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7 EXT. DESERTED TOWN - DAY 7
OPEN on LITTER sprayed across the pavement. Sweet wrappers,
flyers, half eaten McDonald burgers... you name it, it's
there.
PULL BACK to reveal a bin that lies across the floor, the
source of all the rubbish. It rolls in the harsh wind,
spraying more rubbish around.
PULL BACK even further to reveal a discarded BIKE and several
OVERTURNED CARS. NEWSPAPERS and LETTERS blow around in the
wind.
But that's not the worst of it. BODIES are strewn across the
floor, BLOOD seeping from wounds, noticeably lots of ones
from neck punctures. Vampires. More importantly - Slayer
Vampires.
There's not a single trace of life anywhere in sight. Not any
more, at least. It's a ghost town.
That is, until Zoe steps into frame, Fran, Gabriela and Belle
backing her up. The girls all carry WEAPONS, and STAKES
tucked into their belts.
Frankie is last in, hands on hips as she surveys the
devastation. Her long hair blows in the breeze.
FRANKIE
(sighs)
Merde. Look at this mess.
They look at the scene in disdain - another city lost. Zoe
turns to her team, looking grim.
FRANKIE (cont'd)
I will look for the town 'all, see
if I can access any security camera
recordings to see what 'appened
here. Zoe, you 'ave point.
Zoe steps up as Frankie heads off down the street.
ZOE
Alright, split up. Check for any
signs of life.
Fran nods, heading off up an alleyway and Gabriela up
another. Belle looks less confident, but starts to approach
some of the bodies.
Zoe, looking sour, continues upon the path she's on, merely
glancing at the chaos around her as she strains her ears for
any noise.
ON BELLE as she crouches down beside a BODY. She rolls him
over, checking his wounds. There's a lot of blood. She
reaches out, closing his petrified eyes.
BELLE
(soft)
Sorry.
She grimaces, standing up and moving on to another body. She
has respect for these people, even though she has no clue who
they are.
ON FRAN, who is checking all around her as she walks down the
dark alleyway. She's on edge, and SPINS when she hears a
CLANG - but it was only a RAT knocking over a TUNA CAN.
FRAN
(exhales)
Stupid rats.
ON GABRIELA as she walks down the other alleyway. She's much
more calm and reserved then Fran, but she's focused on the
job and it shows - her eyes are sharp and she's trying to be
as silent as possible to attract less attention to herself.
ON ZOE as she silently walks down the path. She glances int
he windows of some shops - the glass smashed and the things
that should be in them scattered across the road.
She sighs, frustrated - she'd obviously been hoping her first
mission as stand-in leader would be better then just
searching a dead city for fight -
BELLE (O.S.)
Guys!
Zoe spins round immediately at the sound of Belle's voice,
weapon raised.
BELLE (O.S.) (cont'd)
I've got a live one!
Zoe starts to jog back over to Belle, who is cradling a dying
MAN in her arms. He'd be cute if it wasn't for all the blood.
ZOE
Fran! Gabriela!
Fran and Gabriela obviously hadn't gotten too far - they're
jogging back over to Belle and Zoe now.
The cute guy is rambling, not even looking at Belle as he
speaks.
CUTE GUY
Came out of... nowhere.
His eyes drift up to Belle's and they meet.
CUTE GUY (cont'd)
The teeth.... vampires? But no.
They can't. They don't...
Belle shoots Zoe a desperate look - what does she do?
BELLE
Just... just stay still. Everything
is going to be alright.
CUTE GUY
Laura, my... they killed her... ate
her, like she was...
The girls look taken aback by this. Belle looks up at the
others - they're more experienced in this kind of stuff.
BELLE
What do we do?
Zoe crouches beside her, checking the man for injuries -
finding two BITE MARKS on his neck.
ZOE
There's nothing we can do.
Belle turns back to the cute guy, worry obvious on her face.
BELLE
The vampires? Are they gone?
CUTE GUY
I... I don't -
But it's too late. His eyes roll into the back of his head -
he's DEAD.
BELLE
But... won't he change now? I mean,
didn't they -
FRAN
(shakes head)
They just drained him. If he was
gonna turn they'd have taken him
with them.
Belle sighs, lowering him to the ground as she closes his
still eyes for him. She stands, grim.
GABRIELA
(looking around)
Victory did all this?
FRAN
Guess she's been on some
recruitment drives.
GABRIELA
What about that other one? Jendayi?
FRAN
(shakes head)
No sign of her on the footage.
Either she wasn't here or she's
keeping a real low profile.
ZOE
We need to look for evidence of non
human deaths. Ash, dust, anything
like that.
BELLE
How big an army would someone need
to wipe out a town like this?
ZOE
That's what we're gonna have to
find out.
The squad share a look, before they start to move:
And something catches Belle's eye. She turns, and she can
clearly see, in a gap between the BOARDED WINDOWS of a pub,
the BARREL of a SHOTGUN!
Belle's eyes widen as she sees it and she begins to duck
down, yelling:
BELLE
Everyone down!
BLAM! Zoe winces as the noise of the shot echoes around her,
and looks around to check the others are okay:
And notices Belle clutching a BULLET WOUND in her SHOULDER!
It looks serious, blood flowing quickly down her arm.
BELLE (cont'd)
(dazed)
What...
ZOE
Take cover!
The girls scatter, Fran and Zoe grabbing Belle as she wilts
and hauling her clear.
Another BLAST from the shotgun chews up the ground near the
girls, kicking up dirt as we:
FADE OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
8 EXT. AIRFIELD - DAY 8
A Squad are heading away from a JET which stands on the
runway behind them, powering down. And it's damn cold - the
team wrapped in thick coats and scarves.
They pass through a security gate and reach a road - they're
a few miles outside the city itself.
RACHEL
What now?
Delaney looks around, and with a flick of her hand, a TAXI
appears down the road.
DELANEY
Taxi?
GREG
I'm meeting one of our Council
agents out here to start sorting
out your transport back home.
SKYE
(nods)
We'll head straight for Erika's
place. Get in, get them out. We
don't have much of a head start on
that Cabal team.
GREG
Alright. Keep in touch, I'll have
your getaway cars outside with the
engines running as soon as you give
the word.
Delaney hails the taxi by waving her hand towards it and it
stops before them. The girls clamber inside, Greg heading off
the other direction as we CUT TO:
9 INT. BARRICADED PUB - DAY 9
Inside, TWELVE VILLAGERS cower behind stools, whilst ONE has
hit SHOTGUN aiming out of the boarded windows. All is silent.
VILLAGER
I think they've -
BANG! The doors fly off their hinges, revealing a really
pissed off Zoe.
VILLAGER (cont'd)
Gone?
ZOE
Obviously not, dumbass.
Zoe charges forward, SMASHING the scout's head against the
barricaded window and knocking him out cold.
Gabriela and Fran rush in, the former carrying the injured
Belle and the latter getting stuck in, trying to restrain
rather than attack the villagers.
ZOE (cont'd)
We're not here to hurt you!
Zoe turns to another of the villagers, dodging a PUNCH and
SHOVING him back. He goes down, smashing his head over a
bottle. Two WOMEN scream and back away.
ZOE (cont'd)
We're not vampires! We're here to
help!
One of the WOMEN, seemingly the leader of the survivors,
CHARGES Fran. Fran easily DECKS her and then quickly places a
hand to her throat and hoisting her up. She pins the woman
against the wall.
ZOE (cont'd)
All of you, stop!
Everyone around her freezes. Fran allows herself a smirk
before getting back to business. She nods towards Gabriela
and Belle.
FRAN
Help her.
(off looks)
You shot her. So help her!
Two of the villagers take the barely conscious Belle, laying
her gently on the floor.
VILLAGER
We're sorry, we... we didn't know,
we thought you were more of -
PACK LEADER
You...
Zoe raises an eyebrow, as if daring her to attack or do
something that would give Fran a reason to beat her up.
PACK LEADER (cont'd)
You aren't with them?
ZOE
The vampires? Nope. Notice how we
didn't burst into flames walking
around in all that handy sunlight
out there?
The pack leader glances around at the other survivors. She
has a point.
GABRIELA
No. We're your rescue, apparently.
PACK LEADER
We could have done with you sooner.
FRAN
See, we'd be sympathetic, but then
there's my friend down there with a
bullet in her arm, so I'm not
really feeling it.
ZOE
(scolding)
Fran.
FRAN
What? They started it!
At that moment, a panting Frankie appears in the doorway.
There's a brief moment of alarm from the villagers.
FRANKIE
What 'appened? I 'eard a gunshot
and ran back as fast as I -
(sees Belle)
Annabelle!
Frankie stomps towards the survivors, snarling:
FRANKIE (cont'd)
Which of you did this?
Zoe steps in front of her, easing Frankie back.
ZOE
It was an accident.
(to pack leader)
Right?
PACK LEADER
We're sorry. Those... those things
that ripped this town to pieces,
they were all young women, like you
lot.
(beat)
And it's Wendy, by the way.
FRANKIE
Pardon?
WENDY points to a sign over the bar - displaying her name,
and a generously-proportioned caricature of herself.
WENDY
This is my pub. Safest place in the
village to be when those monsters
turned up.
Frankie steps over to Belle - she's out cold, but her arm's
bandaged up now.
VILLAGER
She'll be alright. The pellet went
straight through, didn't hit
anything serious.
FRANKIE
Bon. I would 'are to 'ave to lose
my temper with you.
Her tone gives the woman a little SHIVER as Frankie turns
back to Zoe and Wendy.
WENDY
So... who are you girls, if you
don't mind me asking? Not that
we're not glad to see you, only -
ZOE
Vampires.
(off Frankie's look)
What? It's not like they need a
cover story at this stage.
WENDY
(laughs)
Vampires? As in...
She mimes a very amateurish vampire - fangs and all.
FRAN
Not quite that goofy, but yeah.
FRANKIE
The woman 'ho lead this attack, 'er
name is Victory. She is taking an
army of vampires from town to town,
wiping out those in 'er path.
MURMURS of alarm ripple through the survivors.
WENDY
Can you stop her? I mean, you must
be... what, police? Army?
GABRIELA
Something like that.
FRAN
You still haven't told us what
happened.
Wendy sighs, settling back on a bar stool.
WENDY
They came in and just wrecked the
place. No mercy, nothing. When I
realised what was happening, I
gathered as many people in here as
I could and barricaded the doors.
We're the only villagers left, I'm
afraid.
ZOE
Did they say anything about where
they're going next?
WENDY
(nods)
Yes, I heard them.
(beat)
London. They're heading for London.
Zoe's eyes widen in shock - she wasn't expecting that! And as
the pack leader offers a sorry look, before turning back to
her fellow villagers, we CUT TO:
10 INT. ERIKA'S APARTMENT - DAY 10
The door CREAKS open, revealing Skye, who looks incredibly
nervous. She crosses the threshold and quickly rushes inside.
Rachel and Delaney not far behind.
SKYE
Erika? Erika!
She hurries into the next room, the girls following:
11 INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NEXT 11
And they find ERIKA and MARIA lying in their beds - sound
asleep and with DARK GREEN VEINS standing out against their
deathly pale skin.
Skye is already trying to rouse Erika, gently shaking her as
Delaney and Rachel check on Maria.
SKYE
(urgent)
Erika? Erika, c'mon. You've gotta
wake up now!
Erika GROANS, stirring at last. Every movement seems a great
effort as she finally comes round.
ERIKA
(weak)
Skye?
Skye lets out a sigh of relief, squeezing her hand.
SKYE
It's me. Hey.
ERIKA
What are you... what time is it?
SKYE
Time we got you out of here.
She starts to sit Erika up, but Delaney puts a hand on her
shoulder to stop her.
DELANEY
We can't move them.
SKYE
Why the hell not?
DELANEY
Uh, I don't know, have you tried
maybe looking at them?
Skye holds her gaze - then looks back at Erika. And Delaney's
right - she looks terrible. Her skin's so pale it's almost
transparent, the veins running rampant all over her.
SKYE
But... we, we can't -
RACHEL
Delaney's right. If we put them
under too much stress, we could
just speed up the virus and finish
them off even quicker.
SKYE
We can't stay here! What if the
Cabal goons get past us? We need to
get them out of here!
DELANEY
What we need right now is a new
plan.
Skye's look darkens as she wracks her brain for a new plan.
She pulls out her cell phone and dials:
SKYE
Greg? It's me. I need you to get a
message back to Grace for me.
(beat)
We're gonna need some help.
Of Skye's grim expression, we CUT TO:
12 INT. CAMPUS - FITZGERALD'S OFFICE - DAY 12
Fitzgerald is at her desk, working on her computer. She's
accessing a secure FTP link, waiting for it to connect.
A new window pops up, loads - and then displays a live video
feed with the same CABAL OFFICER as before.
WOMAN
(nods)
Grace.
FITZGERALD
Can you talk?
WOMAN
(glances round)
For a little while. My security
clearance gives me the luxury of
time to disappear without anyone
asking questions.
FITZGERALD
I... I still can't quite believe
what you're doing. The risks
involved...
(beat)
I think most people would have
given up by now.
WOMAN
(smirks)
I have not, nor will I ever be
'most people.'
(beat; sober)
I'm just trying to make amends,
Grace. That's what it all comes
down to.
Fitzgerald nods, understanding. And then she's straight into
business mode:
FITZGERALD
A Squad have found Erika and Maria,
but they're too sick to be moved
far.
(beat)
Skye needs you to leak some new
intel.
WOMAN
(intrigued)
What kind of 'intel' were you
thinking?
Fitzgerald hesitates as we CUT TO:
13 INT. LIBRARY - DAY 13
Meanwhile, behind the facade of this innocent looking local
library...
Actually, it's just a quiet, plain old library. It's pretty
big, however, with many aisles and tall shelves stretching
off in both directions.
Pushing a trolley loaded with books and magazines comes
LAWRENCE, a typically mild-mannered, pasty-faced young
assistant.
He slots a few titles back onto their shelves before noticing
the door to one of the reading rooms is open.
With a TUT, he approaches it, opening the door fully and
stepping into:
14 INT. LIBRARY - READING ROOM - NEXT 14
A small, quiet room with a few tables, wall displays and a
dusty old TV/VCR combo.
And a WOMAN, her back to him as she looks out through the
window. Lawrence pulls up, surprised.
LAWRENCE
Oh! Sorry, I, er, I didn't -
WOMAN
Is this really the kind of menial
labour my followers have been
reduced to?
She turns - it's JENDAYI! Lawrence's eyes bulge as she pads
softly across the room towards him.
He backs up, pushing the door closed and pressing himself
against it, trembling with fear as she approaches.
JENDAYI
I know I was never one to preach
the kinds of insane promises of
power that my brother used to, but
still, after all this time I did
expect to find my legacy a little
more...
She presses one hand against the wall, looming over him. He
SHIVERS as she slowly looks him up and down.
JENDAYI (cont'd)
... impressive.
LAWRENCE
I - I- I didn't, I... I mean, I -
JENDAYI
Ssh.
She gently traces a finger down his cheek.
JENDAYI (cont'd)
I am not angry. I am here to
deliver a message. To you and all
those like you.
She leans in close, WHISPERING:
JENDAYI (cont'd)
It is time.
She leans back, PULLS the door open (dislodging Lawrence in
the process) and leaves without another word.
Once she's gone, Lawrence sinks to his knee, resting against
the wall - and then he starts to LAUGH.
Unrestrained, joyful laughter bellows out of him, TEARS
rolling down his cheeks as we CUT TO:
15 INT. ERIKA'S APARTMENT - DAY 15
All is silent, as we face the door of the apartment - and
it's KICKED off its hinges as a team of CABAL AGENTS flood
inside, armed to the teeth!
The WINDOWS SMASH as more agents swing in on ropes, all
aiming their guns - at nothing.
Because the Slayers aren't here any more. And there's no sign
of them ever being here. Everything is squeaky clean.
AGENT #1
Are you sure this is the right
apartment?
AGENT #2
Positive. They haven't left this
place for weeks.
Agent #1 signals for the rest of his team to spread out and
search the apartment.
It doesn't take long - there's only a few rooms to kick the
doors open to, cries of 'Clear!' soon coming back.
AGENT #1
The Slayers must've gotten here
first. They won't have been able to
get far, so fan out and find them
or we're all dead!
The agents start to pile back out through the open door - but
we STAY ON one of the shattered windows, PUSHING THROUGH:
16 INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - CONTINUOUS 16
And right into the apartment directly opposite in the
adjacent building, as the thick curtains TWITCH slightly.
17 EXT. APARTMENT BLOCKS - NEXT 17
Two JEEPS are parked outside, some of the agents clambering
into them as they speed off, others staying on foot.
STAY ON the alley between the two apartments as the last of
the agents disappears from view:
And a FIRE DOOR swings slowly open to reveal Delaney,
glancing round to check the coast is clear.
Satisfied, she steps out and motions for the others to follow
- Skye carries Erika, wrapped in her bedclothes, with Rachel
doing the same for Maria.
SKYE
Remind me never to say anything bad
about Fitzgerald's sources ever
again.
RACHEL
That won't fool them for long. We
need to go. Where's Greg with our
transport?
DELANEY
He'll be here.
Delaney heads for the end of the alley, peeking out - and
sees that the Cabal team have left a third JEEP behind.
DELANEY (cont'd)
(wheels turning)
But just in case...
She glances back at the others as we CUT TO:
18 EXT. STREET - NEXT 18
Boots crunching through the snow underfoot, two pairs of
agents meet up from opposite directions.
AGENT #1
Anything?
AGENT #2
No, sir. Biometric scanners are
getting thrown by the weather, and
the snow means we can't rely on
following any tracks for long.
AGENT #1
(sighs)
Alright, double back, maybe they
tried to -
An engine suddenly ROARS to life close by, the grunts
spinning round:
And they see their Jeep SCREAM out of a side street, the
Slayers clinging on for dear life as Delaney SKIDS it into
the street!
AGENT #2
It's them!
He raises his weapon - but Agent #1 PUSHES the barrel up as
he fires.
AGENT #1
We can't hit the package!
(into radio)
Targets are heading west down
Smersh Prospect in a stolen Cabal
vehicle. Pursue but do not engage
until the package is clear.
RADIO
(beat; filtered)
Please tell me they didn't get my
Jeep...
AGENT #1
Get a message to Ops Control -
initiate reserve plan Sprengja.
Another Jeep SCREECHES to a halt, the agents on the street
jumping onto the rear before it speeds away, and we CUT TO:
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