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28 EXT. WOLF LAIR - NIGHT 28
As SMOKE billows from a cave entrance framed by the dense
woodland all around, more FIRES burn around a makeshift camp.
The bodies of wolves litter the ground - some human, some
animal - until Marcus comes into view, fists bloody as he
holds a battered grey wolf down.
Behind him, Chris and Vivian are approaching from the ruins
of the camp.
CHRIS
That's the last of them.
VIVIAN
(off smoke)
Hopefully that doesn't act as a
signal flare to other camps in the
area.
Marcus' gaze is locked on the wolf below.
MARCUS
It won't. Their orders are to cut
and run whenever one lair gets hit.
He PUNCHES the wolf.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Isn't that right?
The wolf COUGHS weakly, blood bubbling on his lips.
CHRIS
Easy, Marcus. He can't tell us
anything if he's dead.
Marcus kneels over the wolf, bringing their faces close.
MARCUS
I will ask you this once. You will
tell me the answer, and I will walk
away. That's the only way this
plays. Understand?
The wolf manages to nod.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Good. Now...
(beat)
Where has Conall taken Rosheen
Doran?
The wolf hesitates, eyes flicking around shiftily - he knows.
29 INT. BASE - CONALL'S QUARTERS - NIGHT 29
Conall sits at a desk, before a MAP of the United States
pinned to the wall. Pins, markers and lines cover it.
PULL BACK as he stares at the map, his back to us, to take in
the walls of his room - covered with PHOTOGRAPHS of
everything from dead humans and wolves to surveillance shots
of key Black and White Fur personnel.
A KNOCK at the door gets his attention, and he turns round:
CONALL
Enter.
The door opens to admit Rosheen, a beefy GUARD with her.
CONALL (cont'd)
Thanks. Leave us.
The Guard exits, LOCKING the door behind him. Rosheen stands
firm, head high as Conall casually approaches.
CONALL (cont'd)
Let's do something about these.
He swipes a set of KEYS from another desktop, and to
Rosheen's surprise unfastens her handcuffs.
CONALL (cont'd)
There. Please, sit.
He motions to a chair as he returns to his own.
ROSHEEN
I'll stand.
CONALL
We could be talking a while. I know
you're tired, and while this
defiance is admirable, it's not
going to earn you any points here.
So please... sit.
She hesitates - then sits. Conall nods.
CONALL (cont'd)
I imagine you have a lot of
questions.
ROSHEEN
As to why I haven't killed you yet?
CONALL
Because you know that the second
you try anything, this room will be
swarming with my brothers who'll
take great pleasure in dividing you
equally between them.
He leans back, relaxed. She stays upright, tense.
CONALL (cont'd)
No, you want to know what all of
you Furs have been wondering ever
since I started my revolution.
(beat)
Why.
He rises, approaching the photographs of Furs like Dermot,
Keegan and Rosheen herself.
CONALL (cont'd)
Why I've done everything in my
power to raise and breed an army,
with the sole purpose of wiping you
and your kind off the map.
ROSHEEN
Why tell me?
CONALL
Because of something I said when I
destroyed Keegan's little paradise
a few days ago.
He takes a photograph of KEEGAN from the wall.
CONALL (cont'd)
I realised then that nobody would
listen to me if mine was the only
voice speaking. I needed to
convince others.
(turns to her)
People like you.
He puts the photograph down, heading for a SAFE set into the
wall.
CONALL (cont'd)
Your people listen to you, Rosheen.
They respect you. When you say
something, they hear it.
He unlocks and opens the safe, taking out a bulky manilla
envelope.
CONALL (cont'd)
So once you kow the truth, I'm
going to send you back so you can
spread the word to the others.
ROSHEEN
I'm not going anywhere without
Reagan.
CONALL
(beat)
That's not up for discussion.
ROSHEEN
Those are my terms. I'll listen to
what you have to say, but unless
it's me and Reagan walking out of
here, I won't say a word.
Conall pauses - and just for a moment his cool drops.
CONALL
Reagan is a lesson. He's an example
I'm setting to my own and to yours
down there in the cells with him.
ROSHEEN
A lesson in what?
CONALL
In how unwise it is to stand
against me.
He offers the envelope to her. She ignores it.
CONALL (cont'd)
Aren't you curious?
ROSHEEN
I don't care why you're killing us.
CONALL
You will.
He tries again. She holds his gaze for a long moment - and
then takes the envelope from him.
He grins as she digs out the contents - papers, photographs,
letters - and watches as she scans over them.
Her eyes widen at what she sees, jaw hanging in shock at one
photograph in particular.
CONALL (cont'd)
Now you know why.
She looks up at him in abject shock as we CUT TO:
30 INT. VAN - NIGHT 30
Chris drives, the van BOUNCING harshly across uneven terrain.
The team are driving through more thick woodland.
One painful THUMP almost sends Vivian flying into the far
wall, and she angrily claws her way to the cabin:
VIVIAN
Would you ease off a little
already? You're either gonna break
the axle or one of us!
CHRIS
We don't have the luxury of time.
If news gets back to Conall of the
camp we just attacked...
MARCUS
... then he could move Rosheen and
Reagan, and we'd be right back
where we started.
VIVIAN
I appreciate that, I do, but if we
trash this van, how are we supposed
to get there? Rent a hang glider?
CHRIS
(to Marcus)
How much further?
MARCUS
According to that wolf, it should
be right around...
CUT TO:
31 EXT. QUARRY - NEXT 31
The van turns a corner - and finds itself suddenly out of the
trees and into the valley of a large stone QUARRY.
Excavating machinery lies abandoned high up on the sides,
with evidence of a much larger CAMP spread all around.
32 INT. VAN - NEXT 32
Chris stops the van, the trio surveying the scene.
MARCUS
... here.
They exchange looks - before Chris switches off the engine.
CHRIS
Let's get our friends back.
As he exits, we CUT TO:
33 INT. BASE - CELLS - NIGHT 33
Down in the cells, Reagan sits alone in one corner of his
cage. The cell's other occupants keep their distance.
VOICE (O.S.)
Hey. Hey.
Reagan looks up - another WEREWOLF, a White Fur, shuffles
towards him. He's missing an eye, his body a mess of scars.
WOLF
You're him, aren't you? Reagan?
Reagan just lowers his head. The wolf shuffles to his side.
WOLF (cont'd)
If you're here, that means the
Blacks are looking for us, doesn't
it? Right? I mean, you're too
important to them to give up, so
they'll come for you, won't they?
The same way they did for Rollins?
SCRAPING from the cell door gets their attention:
GUARDS have entered, beckoning to Reagan. The HANDCUFFS are
ready, all the Guards brandishing weapons.
GUARD
Come on, bright eyes. Time for your
next show.
Reagan rises to his feet, stoic and emotionless, as the
Guards surround him.
And they also grab the wolf he was speaking to, whose
demeanour changes to fear in an instant.
WOLF
No... no! I ain't fightin' him! I
won't! I can't!
GUARD
You'll fight who Conall says you
fight, pup. Now move it!
They SHOVE him towards the doors. The wolf turns to Reagan:
WOLF
You come near me, I'll... I'll kill
you! I'll do it! You hear me?
Reagan, as expected, doesn't answer as the duo are led away.
The wolf kicks and struggles all the way, fear turning into
snarling fury:
WOLF (cont'd)
I'll rip your throat out, Reagan!
Huh? You hear me? You're dead!
You're dead!
And as they're finally taken away:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
34 EXT. QUARRY - NIGHT 34
Chris, Vivian and Marcus are making their way across the
quarry, darting between idle vehicles and machinery and
various mounds of rock and rubble.
Chris peers across the grounds for a better look - a decent
sized network of tents and shacks surround a central block of
mobile offices.
CHRIS
Something's not right here. Either
we've been led to the wrong
location, or there's more to this
than I'm able to see.
He muses for a beat, then lays his sword down and sits cross
legged on the floor.
VIVIAN
Yes, because meditating will help.
CHRIS
I'm going to do a sweep. Magically.
See what I can pick up.
MARCUS
Alright, you do that. I'm going in.
VIVIAN
Hey, what about -
Marcus is already gone! Frustrated, Vivian turns to Chris.
CHRIS
Leave him. He's adept enough not to
raise any alarms. He told me he was
a scout for years before he became
chief liaison.
Vivian doesn't look like she likes any of this, peering
anxiously back across the quarry as we CUT TO:
35 EXT. QUARRY - CAMP - NEXT 35
Small camp fires burn outside some of the tents, grey wolves
milling around like revellers at a festival.
Marcus can be seen creeping through the shadows, an expert in
his field as he blends into the scenery.
He approaches the mobile offices, plonked in the centre of
the camp and looking very out of place.
ON MARCUS - his eyes narrow as he tries to look inside the
offices. Lights are on and figures are moving, but that's all
he can make out.
He checks the coast is clear and starts to advance a step,
when:
A HAND clamps down on his shoulder. He whips round - it's
Chris and Vivian.
VIVIAN
Easy, tiger.
(beat)
Wolf.
MARCUS
Did you find something?
CHRIS
(nods)
We need to get inside those
offices. All will become clear.
MARCUS
Alright. Follow my lead.
Head down low, Marcus scurries across a gap to take cover
behind a larger tent.
He waves Chris and Vivian across, but after Chris arrives and
Vivian prepares to move:
Marcus holds up his hand to stop!
Vivian freezes - and sees a SHADOW fall between the two
tents. An idly strolling WOLF is pacing along, smoking a fat,
rolled cigarette.
Vivian can't move - she's half out of the shadows, and if the
wolf turns to his left she'll be spotted!
She looks to Chris, who silently draws his katana - but
Marcus lays a hand on his arm to stop him.
After an agonising beat, the grey wolf turns and ambles away,
oblivious to how close he came to disaster.
Free at last, Vivian scuttles over to join Marcus and Chris,
exhaling with relief.
VIVIAN
Do not let that happen again.
The trio move on - the offices are close by now, with just
one dash across open ground to cover.
Sadly, a pair of tents face the gap, with several wolves
relaxing lazily outside.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Any ideas?
Chris narrows his eyes, thinking. Marcus SNIFFS the air.
MARCUS
Yeah.
And he rises, walking straight out into the open!
CHRIS
(hisses)
Marcus!
But Marcus doesn't stop - even NODS a greeting at the wolves
he passes by.
To Chris and Vivian's shock, they do nothing. Marcus beckons
them to join him, and they do.
VIVIAN
How -
MARCUS
(taps nose)
That's not tobacco they're smoking.
With a grin, he carefully opens the door to the offices,
slipping inside:
36 INT. MOBILE OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 36
To find the first section completely empty. A door leads to
the next, where movement and voices can be heard.
Chris shuts the door, and with a wave of his hand a yellow
GLOW shines in the lock.
CHRIS
Nobody'll be able to follow us.
VIVIAN
Any chance you can hide what we're
about to do from the outside?
CHRIS
We'll just have to be very quiet.
Marcus grins, relishing the opportunity, and as the team
approach the door to the next suite, we CUT TO:
37 INT. BASE - ARENA - NIGHT 37
Down in the pit, with Reagan in violent combat with the White
Fur from his cell.
The hooting crowd bay for blood as Reagan lands a crushing
FIST down across the Furs' back, leaving him face down on the
sandy floor.
Reagan looks in bad shape, his many wounds not having time to
heal - but as the bloodied Fur LAUNCHES himself at him, he's
back into battle once more.
Reagan is carried backwards and BASHES against the arena
wall, stunning him.
He slumps, the Fur taking the chance to hammer his torso with
punches - his hands like claws, RAKING bloody gouges.
Reagan manages to get an arm up and PUSH the wolf back, but
he's still dizzy from the knock he just took.
He staggers into some open space, the Fur also in a bad way
but too frenzied to notice.
Te crowd CHEERS as the wolf rushes Reagan again, the two
grappling as we CUT TO:
38 INT. MOBILE OFFICES - NIGHT 38
Back with Chris' team - who are just lowering the last of
three grey wolf guards to the ground.
They were standing watch over a large HATCH built into the
floor. Chris wipes his katana clean as he stands over it.
VIVIAN
If that opens into a dark tunnel
with no ladder, I'm going home.
MARCUS
This is what you saw?
CHRIS
We can get down this way, I
believe.
He grabs the handles and HEAVES, pulling the heavy doors open
- to reveal a STAIRCASE and plenty of lights.
VIVIAN
(relieved)
Whew.
The trio climb down, descending the staircase into the depths
as we CUT TO:
39 INT. BASE - ARENA - NIGHT 39
Reagan hits the deck, his fatigue starting to show now. He's
winded, struggling to sit up.
His opponent, far from noticing the life-threatening wounds
he bears, is dancing round the outside of the arena, yelling
at the crowd and whipping them deeper into fervour.
He steps over Reagan again, face twisted with rage as he
starts PUNCHING him, the crowd counting along with each blow.
40 INT. BASE - CORRIDOR - NEXT 40
Marcus leans out into one of the narrow tunnels of the base,
checking the coast is clear.
He leads Chris and Vivian out, the three of them exchanging
glances as they hear the sounds coming from the arena.
VIVIAN
The hell are they doing in there?
MARCUS
(grim)
Watching sport.
He quickens his pace, the vampires following suit:
41 INT. BASE - ARENA - NEXT 41
And they arrive at the back of the arena, the pavilions of
seats ahead and the crowd's attention all on the pit below.
CHRIS
Is this what I think it is?
Vivian spots two guards who have noticed them, closing in.
VIVIAN
If you're thinking 'trouble'...
She draws her sword, Chris doing the same.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
... the answer is 'yes.'
And as the guards hit them, the team fight back:
42 INT. BASE - CONALL'S QUARTERS - NEXT 42
Conall is in his chair, watching Rosheen's reactions as she
continues to read the information before her.
ROSHEEN
This... all of this... how could we
not have known?
CONALL
Common practice, I'm afraid. Spoils
of victory.
ROSHEEN
(shakes head)
No. No, this can't be true.
She tosses the envelope away, its contents spilling
tantalisingly across the floor.
CONALL
(amused)
You'll just have to ask him
yourself.
ROSHEEN
So you'll let us go? Me and Reagan?
CONALL
(sighs)
Rosheen, I explained -
Conall's door FLIES OPEN suddenly - it's the Guard who
brought Rosheen earlier.
CONALL (cont'd)
(frowns)
Didn't I lock that?
The Guard looks down - he's torn the lock away! Sheepishly he
looks back to Conall.
GUARD
Uh, sorry, sir, but... we're under
attack.
Conall jumps to his feet. Rosheen allows herself a grin.
CONALL
By who? How many?
GUARD
Just three, sir.
CONALL
Three? Three what, tanks?
The Guard hesitates. Conall looks to Rosheen, who grins
victoriously.
ROSHEEN
Looks like your negotiating
position just changed.
Conall GROWLS as he heads out of the room.
CONALL
Your friends just made sure you
deliver my message alone.
(to Guard)
Watch her.
He leaves, the bulky Guard filling the doorframe to block
Rosheen's escape as we CUT TO:
43 INT. BASE - ARENA - NEXT 43
Chris, Vivian and Marcus are besieged on all sides by grey
wolves - some guards, some not - as the battle continues.
More and more of the crowds over the arena are leaving now,
pushing and climbing over one another to join in.
IN THE PIT, the White Fur's face falls as he realises his
audience are leaving.
WOLF
Wait... wait! Where are you going?
Come back! Don't you want to see
this? Isn't this why we're here?
Hey! Come back! You can't -
And he GULPS as Reagan's hands close round his neck.
Without a word, Reagan TWISTS. The wolf's neck SNAPS, face
frozen in surprise as Reagan lets him fall.
He looks up, sees the stalls emptying - and SMILES.
ON CHRIS as he conjures up a ball of FLAME in one hand,
pitching it like a baseball towards an incoming wave of
wolves.
It hits the stalls and DETONATES, showering bodies and
scaffolding through the air.
IN THE PIT as half of the stalls lurch down into the pit
itself - and Reagan sees his way up and out.
ON MARCUS, ROARING with anger as he starts to shift into
garou, features becoming more feral as his fangs and claws
come into play.
44 INT. BASE - CONALL'S QUARTERS - NEXT 44
Rosheen can hear the commotion and wants to get out and join
in, but there's no way past the man-mountain blocking her.
She looks round, sees the envelope and scoops it and its
contents back up.
She approaches the guard, holding up a photo for him to look
at. Puzzled, he reaches out to take it.
As he does, Rosheen leans forward and WHISPERS something into
his ear that makes his eyebrows rise.
He looks from her to the picture and back. She takes it and
stuffs it back into the envelope.
GUARD
(off envelope)
Is... is that true?
ROSHEEN
Every word. So how's about you let
me out of here?
The Guard lets this sink in - then steps aside without
another word.
Rosheen nods gratefully to him as she darts away, leaving the
stunned Guard to his thoughts as we CUT TO:
45 INT. BASE - ARENA - NEXT 45
Marcus is still knee deep in grey wolves, tearing, biting and
punching his way through the wall of flesh.
ON CHRIS & VIVIAN, keeping the worst of the horde at bay -
Chris hurls another bolt of ENERGY out, with another
resultant EXPLOSION.
VIVIAN
We can't fight all of them! We have
to find Rosheen and get out of
here!
CHRIS
Agreed. Go.
VIVIAN
But -
She stops as Chris' eyes CLOUD OVER, turning an inky black.
BLACK VEINS flare up beneath his skin, and smoky black
essence starts to rise from him.
Vivian hesitates - then runs, dodging and weaving past
several clumsy attacks.
Chris brings his hands together, shaking with exertion as a
low HUM starts to sound. A globe of pure black energy forms
between his hands.
A fresh wave of wolves are racing towards him, ready to tear
him to shreds:
So he SLAMS the globe down onto the floor!
A SHOCKWAVE ripples out from him, tossing back dozens of
wolves caught in its path. The floor and walls around him
BUCKLE and CRACK from the force unleashed.
ON MARCUS as he cuts down another wolf - to reveal Conall and
Scar rushing out of a corridor up ahead!
MARCUS
(roars)
Conall!
Conall quickly pushes Scar to head after the fleeing Vivian
as he himself marches towards Marcus.
CONALL
It's about time you got her.
Rosheen and I were having a great
little talk, but I think we were
running out of topics.
Marcus doesn't blink, not even breaking stride as a stray
wolf charges him and he PUNCHES them flat.
MARCUS
If you've hurt her...
CONALL
Please. I had something much more
interesting planned.
And the two titans are close enough to strike - Marcus swings
first, Conall BLOCKING his punch and locking them together!
ON REAGAN as he finally hauls himself over the lip of the pit
and into play, the precarious stalls finally COLLAPSING into
the pit behind him.
He scans the melee - Chris, energised by black magics,
cutting a swathe through the wolves; Vivian spotting him and
hurrying over - with Scar moving to intercept; and Marcus and
Conall, struggling and scrapping furiously.
He marches for Vivian first, whose eyes widen as she sees
Reagan rearing back to attack!
VIVIAN
Woah! I'm on -
CRACK! His fist sails over her head and straight into Scar -
who was a moment from Vivian's back!
He drops like a stone - but before Vivian can thank Reagan,
he collapses into her arms!
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Ah, damn it...
MARCUS & CONALL are still at it - for every PUNCH Conall
lands, Marcus lands one back.
Marcus SHOVES Conall against a wall, but Conall DUCKS his
next attack and TACKLES Marcus to the floor.
He straddles him, PUNCHING Marcus hard to soften him up. He
BOUNCES Marcus' head painfully off the floor, when:
ROSHEEN (O.S.)
Marcus!
Conall looks up - there's Rosheen! Conall looks down:
And Marcus SLICES up with one clawed hand, raking across
Conall's left eye!
Conall HOWLS in pain and rears back, letting Marcus to his
feet. He starts to follow up:
But Rosheen GRABS him, pulling him away.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
Marcus, no! We have to get out of
here!
Conall is hurrying away, hand pressed to his eye - and plenty
more wolves take his place.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
Now!
Marcus relents, letting Rosheen lead him away.
ON VIVIAN as Rosheen takes the slack on Reagan's other side,
the trio moving more quickly.
Marcus falls in behind them, Chris still on the offensive as
he SLAMS a magically-charged punch into one wolf, DETONATING
him into body parts.
MARCUS
Chris! We are leaving!
Chris turns, nods, then raises his hands and drops one last
attack - another SURGE of energy that bowls all the incoming
wolves over.
He turns and runs for the escaping team - but STUMBLES as his
body starts to catch up with his exertions!
Marcus rushes to his side, half-dragging him away as the
downed wolves start to recover and chase them.
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