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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. VAN - NIGHT 1
The team are silent as the van speeds through the night.
CHRIS drives, VIVIAN shotgun. In the back are MARCUS, TWIST
and DANYAEL.
Chris grips the wheel tightly, eyes fixed on the road. Waves
of anger radiate off him.
Vivian shifts in her seat, glances over her shoulder. The
others make eye contact - willing her to break the silence.
VIVIAN
Chris -
CHRIS
We're not talking about it.
VIVIAN
(exhales)
You don't even know -
CHRIS
(stern)
Vivian.
She lapses back into silence. In the back, Twist and Danyael
begin an urgent, silent conversation. Lots of nudging,
gesturing and face-pulling.
CHRIS (cont'd)
If you two have something to say...
They look up - Chris is regarding them through the rear-view.
CHRIS (cont'd)
... don't.
Twist HUFFS loudly, shuffling closer to the cabin.
TWIST
Just tell us.
Chris stays quiet. She SHOVES him, causing the van to SWERVE.
CHRIS
Bloody hell, Twist! What do you
think you're playing at?
TWIST
It's called 'Make Chris Talk.'
She PUSHES him again, Chris fighting the van back into a
straight line.
CHRIS
(roars)
Sit down!
TWIST
No! Not until you tell us why we
just risked our tight little asses
to go back for Lyra, then left
without her! Either it was the
worst rescue mission in the history
of ever, or -
CHRIS
(warning)
Twist. Drop it.
TWIST
At least tell me she's okay, even
if she's not with us. Because if
anything happened to her -
CHRIS
She's fine. She...
(beat; restrained)
She's fine.
She waits another beat - then with an exaggerated HUFF sits
back down, arms crossed.
TWIST
You suck.
Vivian looks around - neither Danyael nor Marcus are getting
involved with this one.
With nothing else to do, Vivian opens the glove box and takes
out a MAP, unfolding it across the dashboard.
VIVIAN
Alright. Marcus, come make sure
we're still heading the right way.
He leans into the cabin, fingers tracing over the map.
MARCUS
The ultimate escape route is to get
to the coast and ship out to a
cluster of islands, but before that
we'll stop again in another of our
sanctuaries.
VIVIAN
How many of those things do you
people have?
MARCUS
We've survived this long... that's
all I need to say.
Marcus taps over one location.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Keep heading down this route.
CHRIS
Where's the next rendezvous?
MARCUS
Neutral territory. On the border
between White and Black lands. If
the first sanctuary ever fell, we
were to assemble our leadership
there to discuss our next move.
Chris glances across at Marcus, whose expression says it all -
they may not have a next move.
2 EXT. MOUNTAIN RANGE - NIGHT 2
The van rolls to a stop at the bottom of a line of foothills,
with taller MOUNTAINS behind them.
A winding path leads up through the hills and beyond, snaking
off in dozens of directions as it hits the mountains.
3 INT. VAN - NEXT 3
Chris leans forward, studying the route.
CHRIS
Now where do we go?
MARCUS
I'll navigate.
DANYAEL
So, what, there's more of those
tunnels and caves dug into the
mountain?
MARCUS
(nods)
The others should already be
inside.
CHRIS
And for all we know, Conall's
already closing in.
He puts the van into gear and moves on, as we CUT TO:
4 INT. SANCTUARY - TUNNELS - NIGHT 4
Marcus leads the team through a downward-sloping tunnel, a
broader chamber up ahead.
5 INT. SANCTUARY - CHAMBER - NEXT 5
They emerge into a more homely place than the bare rock of
the previous sanctuary - drapes and rugs line the walls and
floor, LOG FIRES burn and Furs mill around quietly.
A large circular TABLE dominates the room, divided into two
halves - one painted black, one white.
KEEGAN, DERMOT and SIOBHAN stand by the White side,
conferring intently.
Marcus scans the room, frowning, as TORIN approaches him.
MARCUS
Where's Rosheen?
Torin exhales. Marcus tenses up.
TORIN
She went back from you. Broke rank,
took a Jeep and headed back to the
sanctuary. Reagan followed her.
MARCUS
But... we didn't -
TORIN
We found the Jeep. No sign of
either of them... except for this.
He holds out a NOTE, which Marcus takes and reads. After a
moment, he SNARLS and crumples the paper.
MARCUS
Conall...
He THROWS the note away with a ROAR of anger as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
6 INT. SANCTUARY - BALCONY - NIGHT 6
Marcus sits with his feet hanging over the edge of a simple
stone parapet, overlooking a wider chamber filled with
refugee Furs.
Several campsites have sprung up - tents, food stations,
field medics - but the two sides are still keeping to
opposite halves of the chamber.
Marcus looks across as Twist joins him, settling down and
peering over the edge.
TWIST
Looks like a gigantic, living yin
yang symbol down there.
Marcus SIGHS. Twist nudges him.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hey, at least the convoy made it
here, right?
MARCUS
At what cost?
(beat)
Rosheen got herself captured going
back for me, Twist. She's important
to our people, she -
TWIST
She's important to you. And it
obviously goes both ways, else she
wouldn't have gone back.
He stays quiet. She edges a little closer.
TWIST (cont'd)
Look... I'm not sure yet how frank
I can be with this whole 'blood
sister' thing we have going on...
but then I've never exactly not
spoken my mind. So here's how I see
it. She went back for you and got
jumped by Conall, right?
No reply.
TWIST (cont'd)
He left a note saying he has her
and calling us all out to come save
her. Right so far?
MARCUS
Twist...
TWIST
So the question now is how far are
you willing to go to save her?
MARCUS
She... she wouldn't want me to
sacrifice myself for -
TWIST
Who said anything about a
'sacrifice'? Dude, I only ever
think in terms of 'win.'
(grins)
Heck, Chris literally dragged me
out of Hell. Twice. You've probably
figured out by now that we, as a
team, are quite familiar with the
concept of 'walking into an obvious
trap just to rescue one of our
own.'
MARCUS
So why didn't Chris bring Lyra
back?
TWIST
(beat)
I don't know. But he wouldn't have
left her without a damn good
reason. You saw how charged up he
got to get us in there. If she
wanted to stay... we've just gotta
respect that.
She rises, dusting herself down.
TWIST (cont'd)
But your girl wants to be saved. So
quit emo-ing up here by yourself,
and come join the pow-wow on how to
find her. Alright?
She turns and leaves. STAY ON MARCUS for a beat before:
7 INT. SANCTUARY - CHAMBER - NEXT 7
Danyael is on a bulky satellite phone, half out of the van.
The call seems to be a distressing one.
Vivian watches as Chris talks to Torin, the meeting table
visible behind.
TORIN
I don't want to start the talks
without Rosheen if at all possible,
because without a majority at the
table I'm liable to get outvoted on
any course of action by Keegan.
CHRIS
You're still going to run this like
a democracy? Even with all that's
gone on?
VIVIAN
If things had gone any worse last
time out, there wouldn't be a
majority.
TORIN
That's besides the point. We've
adhered to our rules and traditions
for generations, to give up on them
now even in the face of what we're
up against would -
MARCUS (O.S.)
Maybe it's time for a change.
Torin looks round as Marcus strides into shot. Twist peels
off to join Danyael.
TORIN
Marcus?
MARCUS
Chris is right. And you know it.
Rosheen's been telling you the same
thing ever since she took command.
The old ways have to go.
TORIN
I can't just turn my back on
hundreds of years of -
MARCUS
What choice do we have? Sit here
with our tails between our legs,
waiting for Conall to come and
finish us off?
TORIN
(stern)
Don't talk to me like that, Marcus.
You're only getting one warning.
MARCUS
We're past that! Don't you see?
Torin straightens, bristling.
TORIN
Now, you listen to me -
MARCUS
No! Not this time. I'm... I'm
sorry, sir, but I can't join you at
the table. Not while Rosheen's
still out there.
TORIN
(loud)
You think I don't want her back
just as badly as you? She's my
daughter!
MARCUS
(louder)
She's my fiancé!
A beat. Torin blinks. Jaw hangs.
TORIN
She's your... your what?
Marcus bows his head, exhaling. Lets the anger pass.
MARCUS
We were trying to find the right
moment to tell you.
TORIN
But... when? When did you -
MARCUS
When she got back from Ireland a
few months ago. About a week before
I was taken.
Torin looks away, mind racing. Marcus steps closer.
MARCUS (cont'd)
I... we wanted to tell you, but we
both know how you feel about
relationships within the chain of
command, and she asked me not to
say anything until...
Torin turns and walks away. Marcus sags, defeated.
VIVIAN
Hey, if it's any consolation...
He turns to face her. She shrugs.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
I'd marry you.
She smirks - but Marcus doesn't have chance to answer as a
worried-looking Danyael and Twist head over.
CHRIS
What's wrong?
DANYAEL
Three more rebel hideouts got hit
in the last twenty-four hours.
TWIST
Looks like Parker hasn't forgotten
that Zero Tolerance thing while
he's sent his goons after us.
DANYAEL
Chris... we need to go help them.
Especially now we've got access to
that stuff that'll kill the
supersoldiers.
TWIST
We need to swing by and grab plenty
more, then distribute it to the
nests in the area that haven't been
attacked yet.
TWIST (cont'd)
And I'd quite like to see my little
sister again, if that's all the
same to you guys.
CHRIS
Agreed. You two head back to
Allison's lab and get those gas
grenades out there. Vivian, you're
staying here with me. Something
tells me Torin might need some
advisors in the coming
negotiations.
VIVIAN
Check.
Chris tosses Danyael the van's KEYS.
CHRIS
Try not to wreck it - I don't think
we can borrow another one.
Danyael nods before he and Twist hurry back into the van, and
we CUT TO:
8 INT. STUDY - NIGHT 8
A door pushes open to reveal LYRA, entering a study similar
to the one in the previous facility.
This one's half-laboratory, though, with equipment crammed
into one brightly-lit side of the room.
LYRA
Parker?
She edges further inside - then stops:
Looking to her side, she senses movement - and PARKER steps
into view, sleeve rolled up.
He's holding a SYRINGE in one hand, and as Lyra pauses he
injects himself with a clear fluid.
Wincing, he draws the syringe back out and lays it down,
before heading for a nearby chair to sit.
LYRA (cont'd)
What are you doing?
PARKER
(breathless)
While I'm not expecting you to call
me 'Dad' or anything... you're free
to call me 'Angus,' ye know.
LYRA
Please don't change the subject.
Parker tries to chuckle, but it disintegrates into COUGHS.
LYRA (cont'd)
Are you... alright?
PARKER
You mean besides slowly dying? Aye.
Peachy.
She approaches him, Parker taking his time to get back up.
LYRA
What were you doing? It sounded
like you were injecting yourself.
PARKER
(impressed)
You could hear that?
LYRA
I can hear very well.
Parker nods, COUGHING fiercely again. Despite herself, Lyra
moves to his side, supporting him.
PARKER
You always did have a soft spot for
your old man.
LYRA
Don't push your luck. I'm here
because I want to help you.
(beat)
And to make you stop what you're
doing.
He shoots her a fierce look, then shrugs out of her grip and
strides away.
PARKER
That's not why I wanted you to
stay.
LYRA
I know, but it's why I wanted to.
She glides closer to him again. He keeps his back to her.
PARKER
What I'm doing here is important
work, Lyra. I'm making the world a
safer place for everyone.
LYRA
I know you think that, but you're
going about it the wrong way.
You're exterminating good vampires
and werewolves just as readily as -
PARKER
There's no such thing as a 'good'
vampire.
LYRA
(beat)
You're wrong. You know Chris.
Danyael. Twist. You've seen what
they do. How many people they help,
the lives they save. You've even
seen how Vivian has managed to
change her ways.
PARKER
Vivian Taylor is the perfect
example of the kind of evil I need
to excise from this world, Lyra.
She's a cancer, waiting to be cut
out.
Parker glances over his shoulder as he hears the study door
open again.
LYRA
She's a hero. Just like all the
other innocent vampires and wolves
your soldiers are killing. Please,
you have to listen to me -
SHONA (O.S.)
Lyra?
She turns - SHONA has entered.
SHONA (cont'd)
(sensing atmosphere)
Is everything alright?
PARKER
Aye, we're fine. Lyra and I were
just having a little...
disagreement.
SHONA
Oh. I can come back later if -
PARKER
No, no. We're done for now.
Parker moves past Lyra to give Shona a quick hug. Lyra SIGHS -
she knows that's all she's going to get from him today.
SHONA
I was going to head back to the
house, so I wondered if Lyra wanted
to come with me.
PARKER
That's a fantastic idea. Lyra?
LYRA
The... 'house'? Which house?
SHONA
Ours, silly. The one you lived in?
Lyra blinks, struggling to remember. Shona steps forward and
takes her by the hand.
SHONA (cont'd)
Come on. It'll help you remember.
She starts to lead Lyra out, when:
PARKER
Shona... a word?
SHONA
Lyra, do you want to wait just
outside?
Lyra nods, leaving the room. Shona turns to Parker.
PARKER
I... I know this can't be easy for
you, what with -
SMACK! Shona SLAPS him hard, stunning him. Her smile has been
replaced by spitting fury.
SHONA
(seething)
I promised myself I wouldn't snap
in front of her.
PARKER
(hand to his cheek)
I... I...
SHONA
Don't think for one second that I'm
going to forgive you for what
you've done to her, Dad. You made
my sister into some kind of...
science experiment! Did you think I
was just going to clap my hands and
play along? Help keep this charade
of happy families going to massage
your ego?
Parker has no answer. That's exactly what he thought.
SHONA (cont'd)
I'm keeping a game face on for
Lyra's sake. Not yours. After
everything she's been through -
everything you put her through, she
deserves better.
She marches away from him, pausing at the door.
SHONA (cont'd)
This is a long way from over.
With that, she exits, leaving a shellshocked Parker behind.
9 INT. FACILITY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 9
As soon as she steps outside, Shona's back to her warm,
smiling self again.
LYRA
What's wrong? I heard -
SHONA
Nothing, nothing. Come on. We're
going to take the bus, just like we
used to.
Shona leads Lyra off down the corridor - but the cracks at
the edges of her smile are starting to show now.
10 INT. CAGE - NIGHT 10
ROSHEEN lies before us on a dusty concrete floor, hair strewn
across her face. CUTS and BRUISES pepper her exposed skin.
She STIRS, grimacing with pain and effort as she starts to
sit up.
Looking around, she realises she's in a large CAGE, spatters
of dried BLOOD and other stains across the floor.
She spies other figures sharing the cell with her - some
black, some white, all huddled against the bars.
ROSHEEN
Where am I?
Nobody answers. Rosheen tries to stand but winces, rubbing
her leg. She rolls up her jeans to reveal an ugly WOUND.
GRUFF VOICE (O.S.)
Doran.
She looks up - a burly GUARD stands at the cell door.
GUARD
Approach the bars, then turn around
and put your hands through here.
He taps a narrow opening in the door with his NIGHTSTICK.
ROSHEEN
Not until you tell me where I am
and what's going on.
GUARD
Just get over here.
With an expert flick of his wrist, the nightstick EXTENDS -
revealing sharp BARBS.
Rosheen looks round at the cell's other occupants, but none
are coming to her aid.
With a resigned sigh, she approaches the door, ten turns and
slides her hands out through the opening.
The Guard slaps on a pair of HANDCUFFS.
GUARD (cont'd)
Step away from the door. Three
paces.
Rosheen steps away. The door swings open and the Guard
enters, grabbing her by the arm.
ROSHEEN
Is it too much to ask for your
name?
The Guard is silent as he hauls her away:
11 INT. CORRIDOR - NEXT 11
And leads her down a long tunnel. Side passages into other
chambers and areas branch off.
The duo are approaching an opening into a larger chamber -
the sounds of COMBAT and CHEERS echo down towards her.
ROSHEEN
You know, if you let me go now,
I'll tell my brothers and sisters
to spare your life when they come
for me.
The Guard just smirks, SHOVING her roughly out into:
12 INT. ARENA - NEXT 12
A circular chamber, with rows of seats filled with baying
CROWDS angled to look into a smaller pit below.
Rosheen takes this in - the jeering, roaring people in the
crowd and the sounds of fighting rising from the pit.
She's led closer to the edge, allowing her to look down into
the pit beneath her:
It's a small circular arena, dusty floor spattered with blood
and accessible only through a PORTCULLIS in one wall.
In the arena, fighting against two large GREY WOLVES, is
REAGAN!
Rosheen's eyes bulge at the sight of him, and she tries to
struggle free of the Guard's grip to get closer.
IN THE PIT with Reagan, his body stripped to the waist and
covered in fresh wounds.
He's unarmed, the two wolves before him in their half-animal
garou forms, hands like claws.
One LUNGES for him but he dodges, moving with speed and grace
despite his side.
He drops an ELBOW hard into the back of the wolf's neck, and
they hit the floor face first.
The second rushes him, but Reagan nimbly side steps and sends
the wolf hurtling head-first into the hard arena wall.
He CRACKS against it and drops to the ground as Reagan raises
his foot over the other felled wolf.
With a vicious STAMP, he breaks the wolf's neck - to a
surprising chorus of JEERS from the watching crowd.
Reagan steps back, emotionless, his chest heaving with
exertion as he looks upwards.
Rosheen follows his gaze - and sees one section of seats
raised and sealed from the rest of the crowd.
Standing within are BEVIN, SCAR - and CONALL. He smirks down
at Reagan before his eyes scan over to Rosheen.
His grin broadens, and a desperate Rosheen looks back to
Reagan, who finally sees her.
His stoic expression breaks her heart, and as she's hauled
away by the Guard, STAY ON REAGAN.
The portcullis behind him rises and more GUARDS spill out,
armed to the teeth and ready to lead him back to his cell.
Reagan looks back up at Conall, fury etched into his features
as Conall just SMILES wickedly back, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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