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INT. TAVERN - CONTINUOUS
Walks straight inside.
None of the PATRONS pay him an awful lot of attention as he
walks towards the bar and sits on an aging stool.
He loosens his cravat and pulls open his shirt revealing a
crucifix hanging around his neck.
DRAKE
Hell it's hot out there huh?
(off his outfit)
Not exactly dressed for the
weather, but still...
The BARMAN is giving him a death stare that could actually
do the trick and stop his heart right there.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
(beat)
Well ain't you the talkative
type? One of anythin' you got.
The barman blinks.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Well, don't I feel welcome? I'll
put it another way.
Drake reaches for his belt and pulls out an old fashioned
revolver, placing it on the bar but never actually moving
his hand away.
The barman smirks, unimpressed.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Good man, don't give in to idle
threats.
BANG! BANG!
In a flash Drake has put a bullet in each of the barman's
kneecaps, he stands, pins the wounded man to the bar before
he fall away.
He removes a crucifix from his belt and holds it up behind
him just as the seven patrons stand and VAMP OUT in
preparation for attack.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
(over his shoulder)
Ain't for you to get involved.
This is between me and my friend
here.
He turns back to the now VAMPED OUT barman who refuses to
cry out. The pain he's in is all too apparent as he grits
his teeth.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
And here I was hopin' to be
civil.
He grips the vampire barman's neck a little tighter.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Where's the girl?
The barman smirks.
VAMPIRE BARMAN
Oh she's your girl?
He laughs, licking his fangs.
VAMPIRE BARMAN (CONT'D)
Oh we enjoyed her.
(to the others)
Didn't we?
Not allowing emotion to overcome him, Drake lowers the
crucifix to reach for a stake.
The second he does one lone vampire makes his move, but
Drake is ready. He lets the barman go, turns and blocks the
vampire's attack and quickly stakes him.
In a moment he's back with the barman and grabs him by the
hair, SLAMMING him back to the bar.
DRAKE
(to vampires)
Anybody else?
They look around at each other, then at the pile of ash
that used to be one of them - they don't need to answer.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Good.
He reaches this time for a bottle on his belt, unscrewing
the lid.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
You won't tell me, I'll have to
find out the old fashioned way.
He reaches for the vampire's face and forces his eye open -
then proceeds to drip HOLY WATER straight onto the exposed
spot.
We cut away to Drake's determined face, but the screaming
and sizzling is enough to tell us what's going on.
The vampires watching the spectacle are half impressed,
half horrified. A couple of them edge away whilst others
edge forwards, ready to attack when the moment seems just
right.
VAMPIRE BARMAN
(strained, weak)
Help me!
Nobody moves, they just watch. Drake looks disappointed and
screws the top on the bottle of holy water.
DRAKE
(defeated)
You're not telling me a damned
thing, are you?
He takes his eyes away from what he's just done, deflating
significantly.
We, on the other hand, get a slight glimpse at the burned
face of the whimpering barman.
Drake looks disgusted and reaches for a stake, he twists it
in his hand a couple of times and the vampires look
nervous.
Finding some resolve from deep down, Drake straightens up
and STAKES the barman, who doesn't even cry out as he dies.
He then turns to the other vampires.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
(smug)
Do your worst.
They look from one to the other, five of them and just one
of him, as a group they make their decision in a second and
POUNCE.
Drake prepares for the onslaught, but we take our leave
before the first blow is struck:
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INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Present day, just as we left Jack and Drake with the former
holding his stake ready for the attack. He brings it down
and -
Stops.
Something is stopping him. He looks up, Amarra is holding
him by the arm, looking down at the fallen Drake.
AMARRA
Enough.
JACK
(what?!)
You're joking? You're letting him
live?
Amarra gives Jack a warning glance and he backs off a
little.
AMARRA
He is a man of honour. To kill
him would be a mercy, wouldn't
you agree?
Jack nods.
AMARRA (CONT'D)
The humiliation of being cast out
from his home, from the army he
helped build, would be far worse
than death.
Again Jack nods, though he doesn't look completely
convinced. He stands and backs away, leaving a beaten Drake
to stand up.
He looks from Amarra to Jack, then to his former loyal
vampire army. None of them want him there.
He doesn't take another moment, he runs out of the
warehouse with everyone watching him go.
Satisfied, Jack raises one fist into the air.
JACK
To a new beginning!
He turns to the vampires, proud at his victory and awaits
their applause. His big grin drops when they fail to give
him any.
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EXT. LOS ANGELES STREETS - NIGHT
Ben walks the streets with a little caution. He's unarmed
but doesn't seem to pay too much attention to that fact.
There's a ruckus nearby and Ben reaches into his coat
removing a stake. He wields it a little gingerly,
approaching the end of his path, the noise coming from
around the corner.
He peers around, and we get a look for ourselves.
Alex is fighting a VAMPIRE, no stake as far as we can see
but there's a pile of ash no more than a few feet away from
him.
The vampire manages to break through his defences and
backfists him hard - Alex hits the wall and bounces off,
rolling to the floor.
The vamp goes in for the kill but his legs are swept out
from under him as Alex performs a neat sweeping kick from
the ground.
He stands, as does the vampire and the two charge for each
other.
No match for the vamp's strength, Alex is driven backwards
into the wall and held there. He struggles, but it's no use-
The vamp lets go, startled. He turns to dust to reveal Ben
stood behind him - his stake falling to the floor amongst
the ashes.
BEN
You're welcome.
ALEX
(indifferent)
Didn't thank you.
He starts to walk away but Ben hurries after him.
BEN
Is this how you spend all your
nights?
ALEX
More or less.
BEN
It's reckless Alex.
Alex is growing irritated by Ben's presence and stops
walking, clenching his fists.
ALEX
I'd noticed...
(beat)
What do you care?
BEN
I don't. Honestly, get yourself
killed it makes no difference to
me. But what good would that do
Sam?
Ben's floored by a punch to the jaw from Alex. He looks up
from the ground as Alex stands above him, glaring.
ALEX
Don't talk about her. You know
nothing about her.
Ben wipes his lip, clearing up a small trail of blood which
has escaped his mouth, then starts to stand.
BEN
You honestly think we weren't
keeping an eye on her?
Your dad kept her from us but we
were well aware of what your
sister was. When she was called
we didn't approach her because we
thought you were doing a good
enough job as her watcher
yourself.
(beat)
Your dad was a good man Alex but
we all know he had things going
on behind closed doors, this just
happened to be one we knew about.
Alex isn't entirely surprised but at the same time his
emotions appear to be building up and he's forced to turn
away from Ben.
BEN (CONT'D)
Amarra's back, meaning she really
did die for nothing - you get
yourself killed by any old
vampire and that's it, she's dead
and gone and there is nothing you
can do to make her death mean
something.
Alex doesn't turn to face Ben, he just lets his shoulders
slump.
BEN (CONT'D)
We should get back, see where we
stand. Moving against Amarra
won't be easy.
And with that, he walks away, not bothering to see if Alex
is following.
We circle around Alex and get a good look at his face, we
see his internal conflict raging on but as his eyes rise up
he reaches a conclusion.
He begins to walk towards Ben, then jogs to catch up with
him, and the two Brits walk off down the street together.
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INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Drake walks down the stone steps into the dank cellar. He's
dressed in his 1860's garb from before and he's looking a
little worse for wear with various cuts and bruises across
his face.
Water drips nearby and we hear the soft chink of chains
rattling nearby.
Drake makes it to the bottom of the stairs and looks into
the darkness, trying to adjust to the darkness.
Eventually a figure comes into view at the opposite end of
the basement. A WOMAN, chained to the wall dressed in what
was once an expensive gown.
Drake doesn't waste any time, running over to her and
kneeling beside her.
DRAKE
Elizabeth?
He shakes her slightly, she stirs, and he looks relieved.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Wake up!
Her eyes open slightly, her breathing is sharp and she
doesn't make any move to escape.
ELIZABETH
Who are you?
DRAKE
My name is Thomas Gale.
For the sake of consistency, we'll continue to refer to him
as Drake.
Elizabeth looks a little hopeful through her bruised and
bloody face.
ELIZABETH
They sent you, didn't they? My
parents?
He nods as he removes something from his belt, a pouch
which he opens to reveal a white powder.
As he moves to sprinkle some on the chains, Elizabeth's
eyes open a little wider. She's watching him closely, a
little too closely.
The powder spread, Drake puts the remainder back on his
belt and waves a hand over the chain.
DRAKE
Incendé.
Immediately the chain begins to glow, Drake watches
intently as the metal melts away - not seeing Elizabeth
looming over him.
The chain gives way and he turns to see her, her features
unmistakably vampyric!
He barely has the time to dive out of the way as she
attempts to leap onto her. She GROWLS.
ELIZABETH
Come here, love. I promise the
pain will fade quickly.
He watches her, standing well back as she TUGS away at the
chain holding her to the wall.
He eyes the bolts, she's breaking them away and soon she'll
be free.
DRAKE
(distraught)
For what it's worth Miss, I am
sorry.
She stops, looks hurt, but it's a front.
ELIZABETH
(mocking)
Her parents will be so
disappointed.
He grimaces, giving her an opportunity to act. She yanks
free of the wall with one last heave and immediately runs
after Drake.
Without hesitating he STAKES her, she's dust before she
meets him.
He looks at her remains, as a single GLOVE lying on the
ground. Though there's signs of disappointment there's no
regret in his expression.
His job done, he turns away and leaves:
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INT. WHISTLER'S HOUSE - NIGHT
This time it's Alex and Ben's turn to wait for the arrival
of Maria and Gwen. They stand in uncomfortable silence,
Alex surveying a broadsword in the weapons cabinet.
The silence is broken by the SLAMMING of the front door.
Gwen storms in, her footsteps are heavy and she's running
her hands through her hair.
ALEX
So, good news?
She shoots him a look, he shuffles away.
GWEN
Decided to come back then?
He returns a warning glance and she appears to understand
that this may not be the time as she too backs off.
BEN
What happened?
MARIA (O.S.)
Willy had nothing.
Maria emerges from the hallway outside looking a little
disappointed, but not as annoyed as Gwen clearly is.
MARIA (CONT'D)
Says he doesn't even know where
my guy got the information.
BEN
And you're still sure he's
telling the truth?
She nods.
ALEX
So we know who has him but not
where, or how to get in.
(beat)
We're honestly the best he could
find?
Gwen plants her hands on the wall and presses against it -
the lights flickering as she does so. After a moment she
breaks away and tries to shake her bad mood off.
GWEN
There has to be something.
BEN
To ask a silly question, did you
check the old warehouse?
GWEN
Nothing but rubble, it was ripped
to shreds when I...
She trails off, not a story she's looking to go into.
ALEX
There's always something, we get
one of theirs, get the
information however we have to.
MARIA
It never worked before. You were
out on the streets trying the
same thing for months and you
never found them.
Alex thinks about it, she's right.
GWEN
There must be something we're
missing.
DRAKE (O.S.)
Maybe you're just asking the
wrong people?
They all look around for the source of the voice, a vague
look of recognition crosses Alex's face.
Drake steps into the room from the corridor - he looks
almost humble.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Maybe I can help?
Of their shock -
BLACK OUT.
- END OF ACT TWO -
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
- ACT THREE -
FADE IN:
INT. WHISTLER'S HOUSE - NIGHT
As we left them, the gang look shocked as Drake makes his
presence known.
DRAKE
(off looks)
Well don't just stand starin',
man could get a complex.
As one, they react, turning to the weapons cabinet that
stands behind them and removing a series of swords - they
hold them at the ready with Ben holding a crucifix in his
other hand.
GWEN
(warning)
Stay back.
MARIA
How did you find us?
DRAKE
Ain't exactly hard...
(beat)
Look, I'm not here for blood. Not
a chance I could take any of you
without getting the pointy end of
one of those anyway.
He motions to Alex's sword. Alex stares at the blade, then
at Drake, he has to tense himself up to stop him from
attacking outright. Drake turns to Ben.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Newbie?
BEN
Something like that.
(cocks his head)
You look just like your profile
photograph.
DRAKE
(mock flattery)
I have a profile?
(beat)
Listen; you want Whistler, I can
help.
GWEN
And why would you want to help
us?
She removes one hand from her sword and starts to charge a
blast in her palm.
DRAKE
Call it a grudge.
(to Alex)
Sure you know a little something
about that.
That's enough - Alex charges, swinging his broadsword with
a cry. Drake ducks the blade and knocks it free of Alex's
hand.
Alex doesn't take long to recover, delivering a a clumsy
blow to Drake's jaw which gives him the opportunity to slam
his clasped hands into the back of the vampire's head as if
he were swinging a baseball bat.
Drake hits the deck but is soon rolling over to face Alex
as the demon hunter raises his recovered sword for the
kill.
Drake knocks the sword aside with a kick then arches his
back and kicks Alex clear across the room. He climbs to his
feet.
Alex isn't getting up, but the others prepare for an attack
when Drake surprisingly raises his hands in surrender.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
I didn't come for a fight.
BEN
Then you quite possibly misjudged
where to go on your midnight
stroll.
DRAKE
(guessing)
Watcher?
Ben lowers his crucifix slightly, his gaze dropping a
little, but he quickly picks back up again.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
(smirks)
All the same.
(beat)
Onto the part where I help you,
maybe?
MARIA
Why are you here?
DRAKE
I already told you.
BEN
You said you had a grudge - who
against? Why?
Drake smiles, admiring Ben's initiative.
DRAKE
Finally, someone askin' what
needs askin'.
(beat)
I'm not callin' the shots
anymore. Someone took over,
Amarra approved.
(to Maria)
You remember my boy Jack?
She nods and the memory of the man unsettles her for a
moment but she quickly catches herself and pushes on.
MARIA
And you want us to help you get
back in the driving seat?
Ben lowers his sword entirely now, Gwen notices and frowns.
BEN
The devil you know...
DRAKE
Maybe, but first I want that
bastard to suffer.
Alex stumbles forwards, clutching the back of his head.
ALEX
What's to say we don't want the
new guy?
DRAKE
I know about this place, and you
might want to think about
investing in some locks by the
way, but until now I haven't come
here.
BEN
Why?
DRAKE
The old rules, both sides have
their havens 'till somethin' big
goes down. You don't hit either
side 'till the cards are down.
Maria looks confused.
MARIA
Honour? You're evil!
Drake chuckles.
DRAKE
We both know it ain't as black
and white as that.
(beat)
Truth is our boy Jack, the new
wonderful leader of Amarra's
army, he ain't about to follow
the rules. He'll hunt you down,
kill everyone and everything you
love, and tear you apart.
The team falls quiet, they're now completely open to
whatever Drake's pitching.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
So here's the deal, a truce.
ALEX
No bloody way -
Drake turns to Alex just as he's TACKLED to the ground by
the fuming demon hunter. He lies face down while Alex walks
towards his discarded sword one more.
As he reaches for it he's BLASTED into a wall by Gwen, not
enough to knock him out but enough to stun. Alex's mouth
hangs open in surprise -
GWEN
(to Alex)
We'll hear him out.
She looks down at Drake as he pushes himself off the ground
and we:
FADE TO:
EXT. VILLAGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Drake is dressed in the clothes we last saw him wearing in
1866, though now they're in virtual ruins.
He pushes himself off the ground as soon as he's up he
grabs his neck, wincing in pain.
He looks around as what was likely once a lovely village
burns to the ground.
- 1871 -
VILLAGERS are running scared, but one runs towards him, a
WOMAN in a nightgown, her skin blackened from smoke.
FEMALE VILLAGER
(sobbing)
You're him, aren't you?
She shakes, making her way to his face with her hands,
placing one on either side.
FEMALE VILLAGER (CONT'D)
Why won't you help us?
DRAKE
(hoarse)
Can't.
She looks devastated, SOBBING even harder. In the
background a house collapses on top of a number of fleeing
villagers.
FEMALE VILLAGER
(desperate)
Please!
She allows one hand to touch his - moving it away from his
neck. That's when we see them -
Bite marks.
She sees them too and tries to back away, but it's too
late. Drake pulls her in close and his trademark grin
crosses his features.
DRAKE
Why would I want to help you when
I can help myself?
He bits down on her neck, she tries to cry out but there's
no sound.
Having had his fill of her, he SNAPS her neck and tosses
her to one side, wiping his lips on his sleeve.
He looks into the devastated village and sees that not
everyone is running. There are a few holding onto
villagers, leaning in close.
One of them tosses a woman aside as Drake did - his face is
covered in blood but when he wipes it away we see who it
is: Jack!
Drake walks towards the group of VAMPIRES and they cheer as
he joins them, leaving us to:
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