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11 INT. WAREHOUSE 11
A large, sliding door standing halfway open is the only
source of light within the darkened warehouse as Taylor walks
quickly through it, nodding to an armed man standing guard on
his way in. He continues walking in our direction, resulting
in our having to cut to:
Next to a large table, in an oversized chair, sits none other
than QUENTIN TRAVERS. Alongside him another watcher, a
younger man named WINSTON DOWNS, stands with perfect posture.
TAYLOR
(nodding)
Mr. Travers, Winston.
TRAVERS
Mr. Hammond, glad you could make it
on such short notice.
TAYLOR
Anything for the Council.
TRAVERS
That's what I like to hear, my boy.
Now, we've got something of
importance that calls for a man
with your... qualifications.
TAYLOR
What do you need done?
TRAVERS
There's a band of demons that have
recently inhabited the area. We
need a spell, a powerful spell, to
drive them out and as you may well
know, you're the most powerful
warlock this side of the river that
divides this great country of
yours.
TAYLOR
Consider it done, sir.
TRAVERS
(happily)
Excellent. If only we had more
dedicated contacts within the
Council, we might eliminate this
demon problem altogether!
(beat)
Winston, give him the files.
Winston steps across the chair and hands Taylor a folder
which Taylor quickly opens. Travers stands from his seat and
artificially smiles, as he often does, before offering his
final words to Taylor.
TRAVERS (cont'd)
I'll be in touch.
As Travers vanishes from screen, Winston warily watches him
leave before stepping closer to Taylor and speaking softly.
WINSTON
You might reconsider taking this
case, Mr. Hammond
TAYLOR
(smiling)
When did you start in the craft?
WINSTON
This 'little demon problem' that
Travers is so unconcerned about?
There's more to the story than he's
telling you.
Taylor eyes him suspiciously as he releases the information.
WINSTON (cont'd)
There's a chance that these demons
will be able to track down whomever
performed the spell.
TAYLOR
There's always a chance that the
demons can track down who did the
spell, Winston.
(confidently)
I'm not the best paid insurance
salesman in California because I'm
a smooth talker.
WINSTON
Yes, but-
TRAVERS (O.S)
Winston?!
Winston glances over to Travers who is waiting alongside a
limo. He taps his watch impatiently.
WINSTON
Just don't take the job. I'm
begging you. Give me a few days to
check there's no risk for our
family. As a favour to a friend.
Winston walks quickly from his side and disappears inside the
limo a few moments later, leaving Taylor staring down at the
many files within his hand.
Taylor stares at the files without deterrence. He looks back
to the departing limo as it slowly leaves plain sight and
back to the files once more before sighing extensively -
obviously bothered by what the man had said.
With a plop, the folder hits lands on the table and Taylor
removes his over shirt. As he throws the shirt on the table,
he removes a cover from the greater part of the table and
admires the assortment of magical items underneath.
TAYLOR
(nodding enthusiastically)
Nice.
12 EXT. OVERPASS - DAY 12
We cut back in on Illyria's distraught expression as she is
unable to turn away from what has happened. After a few
moments, a blinding, blue light flashes boldly in front of us
and as quickly as it burns out, Illyria is gone.
13 INT. ULIZZAN'S SHOP 13
We find ourselves inside a small, single owner antique shop.
A weasly man, ULIZZAN, is standing behind the counter,
conversing with a once attractive, but now OLDER WOMAN.
Running his fingers across her forearm, it's hard to tell if
he's trying to con her into buying something or actually
trying to make a long lunch break.
With no warning, the same brilliant flash of blue claims the
entirety of this small shop, leaving Illyria standing
purposely in the center of it. Both Ulizzan and the older
woman are left speechless, staring unbelievingly as the
former god quickly walks to the counter.
ILLYRIA
I require the K'Quasz.
ULIZZAN
(conspicuously)
I don't know what you're talking
about.
OLDER WOMAN
How did you-
ILLYRIA
(to older woman)
Leave us!
(to Ulizzan)
I will ask you only once more.
Ulizzan motions with his eyes to the older woman, before
answering.
ULIZZAN
I don't-
THWOP! Illyria backhands him, sending him flying into a
nearby shelf, SHATTERING dozens of expensive looking antiques
as he does so. As she starers in horror, the older woman
quickly turns and runs, SCREAMING, from the shop.
ILLYRIA
Do not play games with me human! I
have visited this very shop. I know
the type of commerce in which you
deal.
Ulizzan stands up, quickly dusts himself off, and forces a
smile to Illyria.
ULIZZAN
Follow me, please.
Quickly scouring the shop for any signs of life, he leads
Illyria toward a door near the back of the shop.
14 INT. ULIZZAN'S SHOP - BACK ROOM 14
With the flick of a light switch, the room quickly becomes
illuminated to reveal nothing more than your typical antique
store merchandise, laid out across several tables.
ULIZZAN
Look, you can't just come in here
demanding things like the K'Quasz
in front of my customers. As far as
they're concerned, I'm an antiques
dealer with nothing but antiquities
on the brain.
Illyria glares at him - enough to shut him up and with the
flick of another switch, a panel across the room shifts to
reveal an assortment of weapons and mystical devices.
ULIZZAN (cont'd)
But I can see a woman like you
tends to get what she wants, so...
You're in luck. I just so happen to
possess the K'Quasz. Came across it
at a swap meet, if you believe
that.
ILLYRIA
I do not.
Illyria quickly walks across the room and retrieves the
device from its resting place and admires it.
ULIZZAN
Then you would be correct. I'm what
you might call a compulsive liar.
Kinda comes with the territory of
being an evil arms dealer.
(beat; cowardly)
You do know how to use the device,
I take it. It can not only be used
for manipulating time, but also
world destruction, if not handled
properly. Hey, you're not going to
end the world are you, because-
ILLYRIA
(without looking up)
The price for another word from
your mouth will be your life.
Several moments of silence claim the scene as Illyria
examines the device before she starts walking for the door
again. As she does so, Ulizzan quickly walks behind her.
ULIZZAN
Now as for the matter of payment...
Illyria WHIPS around, her eyes glowing neon blue, as Ulizzan
cowers before her.
ULIZZAN (cont'd)
(quickly)
... keeping my life will be
sufficient. Er, thank you!
Illyria turns once more and walks quickly toward the shop's
front door. Before she can get out, however, she's stopped by
Ulizzan's negligent questioning.
ULIZZAN (cont'd)
Hey, wait a minute. I just now
placed you. You have been in here
before. Less extreme makeup, but
you were in here with that British
guy, Wesley. He went on about
you... Fred! That's your-
Before the man can utter another syllable, Illyria waves her
hand in front of him and the oh, so familiar slow motion
ripple takes effect, leaving the man's mouth barely moving.
Illyria stops for a moment, closes her eyes, and lets out a
distressed sigh before walking out the door.
ULIZZAN (cont'd)
... name, isn't it?
He looks around to an empty room.
ULIZZAN (cont'd)
Hmm... I'll be damned.
He shrugs it off and grabs a broom from behind the counter
and begins to sweep up, as if he's used to this sort of
thing. A few sweeps with the broom, and we dissolve to:
15 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - BEDROOM - NIGHT 15
A CRASH rings out from somewhere off screen as Taylor jumps
alarmingly from his bed. Marissa raises up with the same
degree of urgency and quickly looks to Taylor.
MARISSA
(quietly)
What was that?!
TAYLOR
(reassuringly)
Probably nothing, baby. Just stay
here and I'll go check it out.
Taylor eases his way to the door and quietly swings it open,
peering around the corner as he does so.
16 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - HALLWAY 16
As he cautiously moves down the hallway, he stops and easily
pushes the door open to his son's room and nearly stops
breathing when he sees that he isn't in his bed. Without
thinking, Taylor breaks into a dead sprint for the nearby
stairway.
17 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - LIVING ROOM 17
Taylor bursts into the living room and quickly scours it
seeing nothing.
TAYLOR
Jonathan!
JONATHAN (O.S)
Daddy?
Taylor quickly turns and runs for the kitchen.
18 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - KITCHEN 18
He stops as he enters the kitchen and breathes a sigh of
relief when he sees his son standing with a gallon of milk
and a broken glass at his feet.
JONATHAN
I didn't mean to. I was thirsty. It
just slipped.
TAYLOR
It's okay, son. This is no big
deal.
(smiling)
We'll just tell mommy that I did
it, okay? She'd probably blame me
anyway!
The boy smiles back at his father.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Now let's get my mess cleaned up,
shall we?
The boy happily nods along and Taylor turns to head for the
closet, but as he does, the back door BUSTS open with a
large, scaly DEMON charging through, sword in hand.
We hit slow motion as it enters the house, it raises the
sword and with the next few steps, swings at a nearby
Jonathan.
Taylor's face is overcome with fear, but hasn't the time to
act. As his mouth drops open to scream, we smash cut to:
19 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - BEDROOM 19
Taylor sits up in bed as if he had been shocked by lightning.
He quickly scours the room as Marissa rudely awakens to see
her husband near panicking.
MARISSA
What is it?
No response.
MARISSA (cont'd)
Taylor?!
Taylor finally stops, realizing that it was a dream and looks
thankfully to his wife with a deep breath.
TAYLOR
Nothing. I just had... a bit of a
nightmare.
Marissa sighs as she moves closer to her husband and lies her
head upon his chest.
MARISSA
(playfully)
I thought you said that men don't
have nightmares?
TAYLOR
It was weird, it wasn't so much a
nightmare, as a-
The familiar CRASH rings out through the house again, leaving
Taylor's eyes wide open with terror. He jumps from the bed
and hurries to the door.
MARISSA
Taylor?! What are you doing?
TAYLOR
Get in the closet!
MARISSA
But-
TAYLOR
(yelling)
Now!
20 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - STAIRWAY 20
Taylor descends the stairs in record time, skipping the last
several with a might leap and landing with a THUD before
quickly stopping himself and turning left into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, he sees Jonathan, just as he had been in his
dream.
JONATHAN
I didn't mean to. I was thirsty. It
just-
Taylor grabs the boy from the floor and quickly carries him
out of the kitchen. As he nears the doorway, he looks back as
the back door BUSTS off its hinges once more, leaving the
same, scaly demon emerging from the shadows.
21 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - ENTRYWAY 21
Before Taylor can even turn to head up the stairs, the front
door, much like the back, is THRUST from its hinges and lands
against the bottom of stairs with a thunderous CRACK, leaving
several more demons to rush into the house from that
entrance.
With the stairs not an option, Taylor hurries into the living
room.
22 INT. TAYLOR'S HOME - LIVING ROOM 22
Taylor hustles into the room, with Jonathan in his arms. He
quickly looks around, runs to the far corner, and gently
drops his son to the ground.
TAYLOR
Son, I need you to stay behind this
chair and whatever you do, don't
come out.
JONATHAN
(almost crying)
I'm scared...
TAYLOR
Everything's alright, Jonny.
After forcing a smile for his son's benefit, Taylor stands up
and rolls his neck from side to side, releasing a loud series
of pops from his tightened joints.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Daddy's gonna clean house.
With the same ferocious glow in his eyes that Sonia had seen,
Taylor smirks at the near dozen intruders in his living room
before offering a loud YELL that seems to harness his powers.
As quickly as the yell is expunged, a lightning-like blast of
energy flows from within the palms of his hands and sends
half of the demons flying through the house, their scaly,
brown skin blackened.
From behind a nearby couch, Taylor grabs a sword and charges
the few remaining demons, valiantly slicing his way through
the horde with little effort. As he gains the advantage,
however, another wave of them come rushing in through both
doors and even crashing through the windows.
Upon seeing this, Taylor stops and closes his eyes, taking a
deep breath. When he opens them, an expression of perfect
harmony and hatred rests upon his brow, and with the release
of that breath, Taylor raises his arms in the air in a
circular motion.
He then hastily brings them down to his sides and forms a
circle with his hands, exuding a wave of energy that flows
from his body and quickly encompasses the entire house,
dropping the demons where they stand.
After a few moments, Taylor opens his closed eyes once more
to reveal that they're back to normal. He looks confidently
around his home, seeing that the threat is gone.
MARISSA (O.S)
Taylor?!
TAYLOR
Down here!
MARISSA
(panicking)
Where's Jonny?!
TAYLOR
It's okay, honey, he's-
Taylor stops as he looks behind the chair to see Jonathan
lying motionless upon the floor. From Taylor's frightful
face, we cut to:
23 EXT. OVERPASS - DAY 23
Illyria has returned to the scene of the accident where chaos
is still boldly present. There is now the occasional person
moving about in the aftermath of the disaster, but very few.
Emergency services are doing their best to cover the
disaster, but it's clear this is going to be a long night.
Illyria stands back on the railing where she had earlier as
she grasps the K'Quasz tightly within her hands. She grabs
one of the jagged edges that are protruding uneasily from the
device and twists it.
She holds it out before her as she closes her eyes, obviously
concentrating extremely hard. As she holds the device out in
front of her, it begins making a small humming noise.
The device begins to slowly rumble about in Illyria's palm as
she opens her eyes and cocks her head to the side, studying
the device.
Before she's able to determine anything, however, an
amazingly lucent flash overtakes the scene, causing Illyria
to violently turn her head to the side.
From the tiny orb, the flash turns into a wall of mystical
energy that quickly begins to work its way in every
direction, spilling into every nook and crevasse.
As the glow dies down, Illyria watches the waves pour into
every direction. Realizing what she's done, Illyria
disappears into the air with her familiar blue light show.
We watch the energy unfold into the city, but see something
that Illyria didn't hang around for. As the energy passes
through people, it's changing some of them into DEMONS and
GHOULS!
The wave continues to grow and appears that it will soon take
the city. As it quickly approaches us, it stays on its path
until just moments away, forcing us to:
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
24 EXT. CEMETERY - MORNING 24
Taylor is standing earnestly aside his wife in the foreground
of a sea of loved ones dressed in black. Before him, a small
coffin rests lightly upon a prepared plot of grass.
Taylor's face is of stone. Not a single tear clouds his eyes,
but the expression of grief is readily visible beneath the
undaunted mask. His wife is crying without reserve, her long
blonde hair behind a black veil. Taylor reaches for her hand,
but she pushes it away, causing a small grimace to
momentarily creep across his face.
As the priest carries on the ritual, we dissolve to:
25 EXT. CEMETERY - LATER 25
The sea of loved ones has all but dwindled away. Only a few
remain behind to offer comforting words to the grieving
parents.
As the last of them leave, Marissa walks to the coffin and
gently lies a single red rose upon it and reluctantly clings
to the coffin for dear life.
Taylor walks to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. As he
does so, however, she jumps from her kneeling position to
stare angrily at him.
MARISSA
Don't touch me!
TAYLOR
I-
MARISSA
This is all your fault! You killed
him!
TAYLOR
Marissa, I... I didn't-
MARISSA
You what? Didn't mean to murder our
son, you freak?!
Taylor stares at her, not knowing how to respond.
MARISSA (cont'd)
I'll send my brothers round for my
things.
(hatefully)
You'll be getting the papers in the
mail.
Marissa walks hastily from view as Taylor stares on at his
son's grave, the same stone expression upon his face. A few
moments later, Winston slowly walks into frame to stand
alongside Taylor, who doesn't acknowledge his presence.
WINSTON
I just wanted to express my
condolences. If there's anything I
can do, you know where to contact
us.
Taylor never takes his eyes from the grave. Winston sighs,
pats Taylor on the shoulder, and walks from view, leaving
Taylor to stand alone.
26 EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT 26
As we creep in on the darkened cemetery, all seems normal
until we hear SHATTERING glass. We slowly close in on Taylor,
kneeling upon the ground in front of the freshly dug grave,
the remnants of a broken vial in his hand, with an oozing
green liquid dripping onto the ground.
TAYLOR
By the powers of-
WINSTON (O.S)
Once you go down this road, Taylor,
you can never turn back.
Taylor clenches his fists as Winston steps calmly into frame.
Taylor glances back at him.
TAYLOR
Leave me alone!
WINSTON
You can't do this.
TAYLOR
(solemnly)
Try and stop me.
WINSTON
This isn't the way. You must know
that.
TAYLOR
A son dying by his father's hand is
no way at all!
WINSTON
It wasn't your fault. You-
TAYLOR
Don't feed me that crap about
responsibility, I'm trying to take
responsibility now!
WINSTON
(beat)
You did what you had to do to
protect your family. Had you rather
they killed you all?
TAYLOR
(remorsefully)
I would rather them have taken me.
Not my son.
WINSTON
I can help you, Taylor. You just
have to let me.
TAYLOR
I have this well under control,
Watcher.
WINSTON
I-
TAYLOR
Enough!
Taylor quickly stands from the ground and has Winston by the
throat in a matter of seconds. His eyes seem to be on fire
with rage and energy as he holds the man by his throat.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
I will not sit by and allow this to
be the end of my son's existence!
And if you or the Council try to
get in my way, you will have never
seen the kind of destruction that I
will bring you.
Taylor releases him and turns back to the grave, dropping
down to the ground once more. Winston rubs his neck for a
moment before clearing his throat and continuing to speak.
WINSTON
We could have done this a much
easier way.
Taylor stands up once more, but before he turns around, an
assortment of three darts land precisely upon his neck,
leaving him to sway to and fro momentarily before falling
back upon the ground.
From the nearby trees, several men in swat-style dress
emerge, carrying heavy weaponry.
They close in on Taylor with one of them kicking at his
motionless body to ensure that he is indeed out of commission
for the time being.
Winston walks over to supervise as he watches them handle
Taylor.
WINSTON (cont'd)
Get the van here immediately. Make
sure that the restraints are
prepared.
(beat)
I would watch how I handled him if
I were the lot of you. Not only do
you have to worry about pissing him
off, but there's a great
possibility that he'll be your boss
in a matter of months.
27 INT. UTF - MORNING 27
Through a two way mirror, we see Taylor chained solidly to a
chair and subsequently, to the floor. He sits in the middle
of an empty room - nothing, him and the chair.
As we pull back, we see Winston and another man, whom we can
only assume is a Watcher, watching Taylor's actions in the
next room.
WINSTON
How long has he been awake?
WATCHER
A little over an hour.
WINSTON
Has he tried to move?
WATCHER
Up until about ten minutes ago.
WINSTON
You did give him the serum, I take
it.
WATCHER
Of course. What do you take me for?
WINSTON
I take you for someone who had
better value my life. Even being
chained to the floor, he could kill
us all without the use of any
appendage.
(beat)
I'll be back.
WATCHER
Where are you going?
WINSTON
To talk some sense into him.
28 INT. UTF - INTERROGATION ROOM 28
Taylor watches Winston enter through the room with a look of
hatred upon his face, looking as though he would kill, given
the opportunity.
WINSTON
How are we feeling?
TAYLOR
Cut the crap, Winston.
WINSTON
Well then, I presume. If you've the
ability to curse me, you've the
ability to reason with me.
(beat)
I'm going to get straight to the
point, Taylor. We need you. You're
a powerful warlock, but more so
than that, you possess a powerful
mind. A mind that could prove to be
of use.
(beat)
I should tell you know, it is
against the Council's
recommendations that I am even
here. They suggest that you be
decommissioned. I, however,
persuaded them that you are still a
great man, with great powers. Even
if those powers aren't derived from
magic.
(beat)
What I'm doing here is offering you
a job.
Taylor looks up, surprised.
WINSTON (cont'd)
What we're going to do, should you
accept our terms, is help you to
rid yourself of the tainted magics
within and allow you control over
the LA branch of a forthcoming
subdivision of the Council known as
the UTF.
(beat; solemnly)
The only catch is that, at the
behest of the council, you must
refrain from using your magical
skills from here on out. They're
seen as more of a liability than an
asset at this point.
(beat)
I should warn you, this will not be
an easy road that lies ahead. It
will be one of extremities on both
ends of the spectrum. You should
think this through, Taylor. This is
the kind of moment that can change
one's life forever. And it's the
last one that you'll receive.
Off of taylor's concerned look, we cut to:
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