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[bottom] TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. BANK - DAY 1
A downtown city street, with civilians ambling to and fro as
we PUSH IN on a BANK framed by larger buildings.
The fashion, cars, billboards and snatches of music heard
above the bustle hint at this being some time in the late
1980s - just the wrong side of stylish.
OVERHEAD SHOT:
Looking down on the bank's front steps from a bird's eye view
as THREE PEOPLE approach it out of the crowd.
Women - a BLONDE, a REDHEAD and one with RAVEN black hair -
dressed smartly and moving with confidence as they ascend the
steps.
2 INT. BANK - FOYER - NEXT 2
Pushing open the doors, we're behind the ladies as they enter
the main atrium.
Marble effect walls give the place a Roman feel, with lines
of CUSTOMERS queueing before the TELLERS, and SECURITY
letting their gazes fall on the attractive young women.
The women fan out, two heading to opposite sides while the
Blonde stays by the door.
She turns towards us - revealing herself - and flicks her
wrist in a short, sharp motion.
The main doors close - and with a loud CLICK, the locks
activate.
One of the Guards frowns, hearing the noise, and moves to
investigate - but finds the Redhead in his path. She smiles
sweetly.
REDHEAD
Excuse me, could you tell me the
way to the ladies room?
GUARD
Uh... this is a bank, ma'am. We
don't have a 'ladies room.'
REDHEAD
(laughs)
Of course, of course.
The Blonde looks up at the clunky SECURITY CAMERAS on the
wall, narrows her eyes - and the red lights blinking beneath
each GO OUT.
Raven, meanwhile, slips closer towards the other Guard, whose
attention is focused on his colleague.
The other Guard moves to step past the Redhead - but she
GRABS his arm, holding him in place with surprising force.
REDHEAD (cont'd)
Sorry, just one more thing...
And with that, she HURLS him bodily across the foyer! There's
a FLARE of coloured light as he lifts off:
And as the other Guard fumbles for his pistol, he comes face
to face with Raven:
RAVEN
(British accent)
Trust me. I'm doing you a favour.
She waves her hand past his face - and a cloud of inky BLACK
SMOKE suddenly forms right in front of him!
The Guard stumbles back, customers now painfully aware of the
commotion and starting to back away from the women.
Fearful chatter rises in volume as the women stride into the
centre of the floor, the Blonde addressing the crowd:
BLONDE
(French lilt)
Ladies and gentlemen, please don't
be alarmed. We're just here for
what's ours.
ON THE TELLERS:
As they start to edge towards the doors, one reaching for a
SILENT ALARM switch beneath her desk:
Only for another Teller to GRAB her wrist, pulling her hand
away from the button.
TELLER
(smirks; Scottish)
Best not, lass.
The first Teller frowns - then the second SLAPS her and lets
her crumple, shocked, to the floor.
ON THE WOMEN:
They take a moment to confer:
BLONDE
Time to see if your boy's as good
as you keep telling us, Eve.
Raven shoots the Blonde a dark look - then makes eye contact
with the Teller.
She nods - and the Teller nods back, stepping away from the
others as they look in alarm between her and her fallen
comrade.
PUSH IN on the Teller as she closes her eyes and inhales
deeply:
And PULL BACK to find a dark-haired, impish TEENAGE BOY
standing in her place!
Several of the Tellers let out cries of alarm, but the lad
merely turns and WINKS at them. He then grabs a BAG stashed
beneath his counter and starts to head back into the bank
itself.
ON THE WOMEN:
The Redhead steps over to the Guard she threw across the
room, planting one expensively-shoed foot down on his chest.
REDHEAD
(cocks head to side)
I think I broke mine.
RAVEN
That's because 'subtle' to you is
something only other people know
how to spell.
BLONDE
Quiet! Both of you. We're on the
clock here.
(off Teenager)
And there goes our wunderkind...
ON THE TEENAGER:
As he darts past the stunned staff, slipping around the
mahogany desks and heading deeper into the bank:
3 INT. BANK - VAULT - NEXT 3
He clatters down a short stairwell and hurries down a long
tunnel, towards the:
BANK VAULT, the huge circular steel door nestled snugly at
the end of the corridor.
The Teenager moves up to the door, slipping off his bag and
opening it - to reveal a variety of thick old BOOKS.
He starts unpacking them, revealing a set of PAINTS and
BRUSHES beneath as we CUT TO:
4 INT. BANK - FOYER - NEXT 4
The Redhead is busy rounding up the rest of the customers,
keeping them squatting on the floor over in one corner.
REDHEAD
That's right, be good little boys
and girls and Mummy won't have to
see what colours you leave behind
when she throws you against the
wall.
Raven steps up to her, pulling her back a step.
RAVEN
Celeste said we weren't to -
REDHEAD
Kill anyone?
(shrugs)
I haven't.
RAVEN
Yet.
REDHEAD
(bristles)
If you've got a problem with my
methods, Eve, then by all means, go
ahead and -
BLONDE
Ssh!
They both turn - the Blonde is looking back towards the
doors.
BLONDE (cont'd)
Someone's coming...
She tenses up as we CUT TO:
5 INT. BANK - VAULT - NEXT 5
The Teenager is putting the finishing touches to a large
MAGIC CIRCLE he's daubed onto the vault door itself.
He takes a few steps back, one of the books open across his
forearms as he reads aloud:
TEENAGER
Trekkracht naar de waarden zat en
verhuren zij trekking stevigheid
vanuit mijn troep...
The circle GLOWS, accompanied by the SCREECH of metal
grinding against metal.
TEENAGER (cont'd)
... en mei zulks deuropening zitten
gescheurd vaneen zodat mij mei
verloop!
The GROAN of buckling metal fills the corridor - and as the
circle GLOWS more brightly, the vault door begins to CRUMPLE!
The Teenager smiles devilishly - but his smile fades as the
light from the glowing circle does too, the vault door
deformed but still very much in place!
VOICE (O.S.)
(Spanish accent)
Having a little trouble?
He turns - and a beautiful SPANIARD slinks past him, tying
her long, dark hair up in a loose ponytail.
TEENAGER
I just need to give it another
minute to recharge, then I can -
SPANIARD
Si, si. Save it for your mistress.
She CRACKS her fingers, then grips two fist-sized lumps of
twisted metal:
And with a HEAVE, she manages to pull the vault door an inch
forward!
The Teenager doesn't look too surprised - in fact, his
petulance is clear to see as he's forced to watch the lithe
Spaniard impossibly haul the vault door clean off its hinges!
She lets it topple to one side with an almighty CRASH,
revealing the bank vault beyond - filled with piles of CASH,
GOLD BARS and row upon row of SAFETY DEPOSIT BOXES.
She theatrically DUSTS her hands, then turns to the Teenager
with a wry grin:
SPANIARD (cont'd)
No offence, chico, but sometimes
getting your hands dirty is the
quickest way to get ahead!
She steps into the vault, the sulky Teenager following before
we CUT TO:
6 INT. BANK - FOYER - NEXT 6
The three women are waiting as the Spaniard and Teenager
emerge from the corridor leading to the vault - she's
dragging several huge sacks behind her, while he can only
manage one.
BLONDE
(quirks eyebrow)
Confident, were we?
SPANIARD
(shrugs)
Couldn't let the little one do all
the work.
RAVEN
This has already taken too long. We
need to go.
REDHEAD
Relax, Eve. Nobody outside even
knows we're in here.
RAVEN
Stop calling me that, you little
pipsqueak!
REDHEAD
(incensed)
Hey! You watch your -
BLONDE
Enough!
Admonished, the two bickering women turn to the Blonde.
BLONDE (cont'd)
If we're all quite finished?
The group huddle together - Raven giving the Teenager a proud
smile when nobody's looking - before the Blonde raises her
hands.
BLONDE (cont'd)
Bujný krácet... aktivovat!
ENERGY flares around the group, rising from the floor to
encircle them in a sphere:
Before it fades away, the group disappearing with it and
leaving the bank as they found it.
VOICE (V.O.)
Mom?
CUT TO:
7 EXT. HILLSIDE - NIGHT 7
And here's KIRA, blinking as she snaps out of her reverie.
She turns to DELANEY, standing beside her.
DELANEY
You spaced out on us there. What
were you thinking about?
KIRA
(quirks a smile)
A story from the good old days.
(off look)
Never you mind. Are we there yet?
GREG heads back down the winding path up into the hills
towards them.
GREG
We should be, if your directions
were correct, but there's no sign
of the cabin.
KIRA
(mutters)
She must have moved again. Paranoid
old thing...
DELANEY
So what do we do? I mean, we're not
gonna be able to speak to her if we
can't find her, are we?
VOICE (O.S.)
She's here.
They turn - and there's DADE, hands in his pockets, looking
like he'd rather be anywhere else.
DADE
She's been watching us the whole
time. Waiting for us to realise.
Kira strides over to him, looking towards the empty plateau
and calling out:
KIRA
Come on, Harry! We're both getting
too long in the bloody tooth to
arse about up some freezing cold
hillside like this!
DELANEY (O.S.)
Uh... mom?
Kira and Dade turn - to see LADY HUANG'S CABIN has
materialised out of thin air, right by where they stood!
DELANEY (cont'd)
I think she heard you that time...
The group gather together as the cabin door CREAKS open - and
after a long beat, LADY HUANG steps out into the moonlight.
KIRA
About bloody time. Can we come in?
Huang doesn't answer, her gaze passing over each of them -
and lingering on Dade. He shifts, awkward.
DADE
Uh... hi. I'm -
HUANG
(smiles)
Dade.
DELANEY
Yeah, yeah - he's Greg, I'm
Delaney, you and mom obviously know
each other. Can we get out of this
cold now, please?
HUANG
(nods)
Of course.
She steps aside, indicating that they should head in. Dade is
the last of the group, stopping as he reaches Huang.
DADE
Um, I... I don't know if I'm
supposed to say anything, or -
Huang suddenly EMBRACES him. Dade blinks, surprised by the
gesture, but before he can return it she lets go.
She keeps smiling until Dade gets the hint and steps inside,
Huang following. The door closes by itself behind her, and
we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
8 INT. CABIN - FRONT ROOM - NIGHT 8
Warming themselves by the log fire, Greg and Delaney
gratefully accept hot cups of TEA that Dade passes them.
He moves over to Kira and Huang, seated in large wicker
chairs. The women take their drinks from him, Dade rejoining
the others.
KIRA
Much as I'm a little aggrieved
you'd still play hide and seek with
me...
HUANG
You also realise why.
KIRA
I'm sure plenty of people still
think I'm the same girl I used to
be. No reason you shouldn't be
cautious.
Huang doesn't take her eyes off Dade - he's chatting to Greg
and Delaney.
KIRA (cont'd)
Hope you didn't mind me bringing
him. He wasn't sure about coming.
HUANG
It must be... strange for him to
see me again after all these years.
KIRA
Mmm. So strange, in fact, that he's
barely come near you since we came
in.
Huang fixes Kira with a look. Kira bows her head.
KIRA (cont'd)
Sorry.
HUANG
(raises eyebrow)
You have changed.
KIRA
(beat)
Do you know why we're here?
HUANG
To request my assistance.
KIRA
More than that.
(beat)
It's started.
Huang doesn't reply. A half-smile creeps across Kira's lips.
KIRA (cont'd)
But then, you already knew that,
didn't you?
HUANG
It is my gift.
(beat)
And my curse.
KIRA
So you know what's coming? What
we'll have to do?
HUANG
Do you wish to stop it?
KIRA
No, I'd love the world to be
consumed by fire and our souls to
broil in Satan's filthiest cauldron
for all eternity.
(off look; tetchy)
Yes, to stop it!
Huang merely nods, her attention falling on Dade again. Kira
looks up as Delaney approaches:
DELANEY
So! What do we need to be asking
here?
GREG
She means, given that from what
I've gathered you knew why we were
coming here before we even set foot
off the plane...
Huang grins, nodding to concede the point.
GREG (cont'd)
... then how can we go about
convincing you to come back to the
Academy with us?
Dade's head snaps up at that. Huang manages not to meet his
eyes.
DELANEY
Wouldn't she already know if she's
coming back or not?
HUANG
There are many possible outcomes. I
can no more tell which will be the
truth than you know when your
powers will return.
Stung, Delaney starts to reply, but Greg wisely cuts in:
GREG
You obviously knew Kira wasn't
going to be a threat. Despite
your... history, I mean. So that
means you know we're on the level
when we say we need your help.
HUANG
It is true that your mother and I
share some secrets we had hoped
would stay forgotten.
Huang fixes Kira with a powerful gaze.
HUANG (cont'd)
Or have you allowed yourself to
forget?
Kira holds the gaze - with effort - as we DISSOLVE TO:
9 INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 9
As a group of WOMEN approach the main doors of a trendy, busy
nightclub, the huge (and noticeably identical) BOUNCERS ready
to push the doors open.
They do so as the women reach the threshold, and a blast of
loud ELECTRO hits the women as the club is revealed in all
its glory:
A dance floor made of ever-changing coloured panels,
glitterballs galore and an explosion of neon lighting tracing
every contour. Safe to say we're still in the Eighties.
ON THE WOMEN as they enter the club, the Bouncers closing the
doors behind them:
It's our foursome from the bank, this time dressed to
impress, their high fashion glamour standing out amongst all
the clubwear.
BLONDE
(shouts over noise)
We'll have to tell Celeste those
golems she's got working the door
are her best yet!
REDHEAD
(shouts back)
Why's that?
BLONDE
(smirks)
She's managed to stop them trying
to speak!
Exchanging grins, the duo lead Raven and the Spaniard across
the packed club.
WIDE ANGLE to show more of the layout - a VIP BALCONY,
accessible by two curved staircases, overlooks the main
floor.
10 INT. NIGHTCLUB - BALCONY - NEXT 10
The women arrive at the balcony, another identical Bouncer
stepping aside to allow them in.
Here, a smattering of higher class clubbers sprawl across the
Roman-style couches, hairy-chested lotharios entertaining
busty, giggling young girls.
The women pay little attention to this, heading for a PRIVATE
ELEVATOR set into the back wall.
Its doors open to let them step inside, and as the doors
close again we CUT TO:
11 INT. NIGHTCLUB - BASEMENT - NEXT 11
The elevator opens out into a dark, narrow corridor leading
up to a set of double doors.
The women file towards them, the Redhead taking point and
pushing the doors open to reveal:
12 INT. NIGHTCLUB - CONFERENCE ROOM - NEXT 12
A large, circular room with a large round TABLE as the
centrepiece. Its surface is carved with ornate patterns,
snaking round like ivy.
Already waiting is a slim, graceful OLDER WOMAN, and a
shaking, terrified MAN sitting in the head chair.
The four new arrivals take their seats, not batting an eyelid
to the man's presence.
OLDER WOMAN
(crisp British accent)
Be with you in a moment, dears.
(to Man)
Now then, Terrence, where were we?
TERRENCE stiffens as the woman steps closer.
TERRENCE
Please, please, don't, I don't know
anyth -
The woman raises her hand, clenches her fist - and Terrence's
body goes rigid before he SCREAMS in pain!
OLDER WOMAN
I've been counting the number of
times you've said that, and I must
say... it's starting to look like a
very unappealing number.
TERRENCE
(gritted teeth)
I... don't... know... anything...
OLDER WOMAN
I'm beginning to suspect that's
true.
She rotates her wrist a few degrees - whatever force is
holding Terrence TIGHTENS, and as he GRINDS his teeth
together, BLOOD starts to drip from his ears and nose.
OLDER WOMAN (cont'd)
Absolute last chance, Terry. We've
got a meeting to hold. How do I
access the Higher Realm?
TERRENCE
You... you can't... too... too
old...
Th older woman does not like the sound of that.
OLDER WOMAN
Well... that's a shame.
She SNAPS her wrist round, and Terrence's neck does the same,
breaking with an audible SNAP. He slumps, dead, in the chair.
The woman turns to the others, who'd been watching the
exchange closely.
OLDER WOMAN (cont'd)
Sorry about that, everyone. Just
trying to tie up a little business.
(looks round)
Where's Amelie?
BLONDE
Running late. As usual.
OLDER WOMAN
What about Evelyn's student?
RAVEN
Out running an errand.
OLDER WOMAN
Then we'll have to get started
without them.
REDHEAD
What about Harry?
OLDER WOMAN
Harry's... having another one of
her 'moments.' She'll be with us
when she's ready.
The women exchange looks as we CUT TO:
13 INT. NIGHTCLUB - ROOM - NEXT 13
Up in a tiny, sparse loft, a needle-thin Asian woman - HUANG
or 'Harry' to her comrades - lies on the floor, black hair
spread messily around her.
She TWITCHES involuntarily, breathing fast and ragged as
though in the grip of a high fever.
ZOOM IN on her eyes and MATCH CUT TO:
14 EXT. RUINED CITY - DAY 14
FLAMES - an inferno all around, shattered buildings, piles of
BODIES, the SCREAMS of the dying. CHAOS of the highest order.
SMASH CUT TO:
15 INT. NIGHTCLUB - CONFERENCE ROOM - NEXT 15
The older woman places one shoe against Terrence's chair and
KICKS - the wheeled chair glides smoothly across the room.
The woman pulls up a spare chair to replace it.
She reaches forward, placing her hand on a GLYPH on the table
just before her. On cue, the others do the same.
OLDER WOMAN
Che il fuoco sia rivelato.
(beat)
Celeste Rourke.
BLACK, INKY MARKS, like intricate tattoos, begin to SPREAD
across CELESTE'S face. After a few moments, they stop,
solidifying as a full-body tatoo of thorny vines.
The others do the same, each reciting the incantation and
their name - and as they do so, the black markings trace
across their own skin:
BLONDE
Madeline Deschamps.
REDHEAD
Rebecca Rogers.
RAVEN
Evelyn Pierce.
SPANIARD
Ana Marquez.
TOGETHER
Č pausa verso lotta fuoco con
fuoco. The Coven di Fuoco, eternal
like the flame.
The ritual complete, MADELEINE, REBECCA, EVELYN and ANA lean
back in their seats. Celeste studies the group, and is about
to speak when:
VOICE (O.S.)
(French accent)
Desole! Desole...
The women look up as another bounces into the room - sleek
like a model, with long chestnut brown hair.
She slips into her seat, places her hand on the glyph and
follows the steps:
FRENCH WOMAN
Che il fuoco sia rivelato.
(beat)
Amelie Pouvoir.
AMELIE looks round - some of the others are amused, some are
not. Celeste clears her throat to get their attention.
CELESTE
Now that we're all quite finished
making an entrance...
She casts a dark look at Amelie, who mouths another apology.
CELESTE (cont'd)
... let's get down to business.
First of all, congratulations to
Maddy for her successful excursion
to boost our finances.
MADELEINE
A girl's got to eat, as our
American friends round here are so
fond of saying.
CELESTE
Now. I'm sure you're all wondering
if Harry and I have managed to
secure our next target yet...
An expectant silence. All eyes are on Celeste - something she
seems to enjoy.
CELESTE (cont'd)
... and I can confirm that we're
going for the one hundred and
thirty-third Annual Wicca
Convention in Paris, a week from
tonight.
A buzz of excited chatter rises from the others. Celeste
leaves it a few moments, then RAPS her knuckles against the
table to get their attention once more:
CELESTE (cont'd)
I don't need to impress on any of
you the level of opposition we're
going up against - no less than a
room full of the most powerful
wiccas currently operating above
the radar in the world today.
EVELYN
But if we succeed...
REBECCA
... then we become the most
powerful wiccas in the world.
CELESTE
Precisely. We'll be going up
against some stiff opposition, and
we'll have no choice but to use
lethal force against the majority
of our targets before we can
suppress the others.
(glances at clock)
We'll make this a short meeting
tonight, as I'm sure you'll all
have plenty of things to prepare
ahead of this. We'll reconvene
tomorrow night to start discussing
our strategy.
(beat)
Č pausa verso lotta fuoco con
fuoco.
OTHERS
Č pausa verso lotta fuoco con
fuoco.
CELESTE
Dismissed.
Celeste stays seated as the others rise and file out -
passing Huang as she makes her way inside.
CELESTE (cont'd)
Dear, oh dear, Harry - you look
like death warmed up. Come here,
sit down.
Huang flops into a chair, leaning forward and putting her
head in her hands.
CELESTE (cont'd)
Was it a bad one?
HUANG
It was the same one.
(looks up)
Over and over, every day, it's the
same. The fire, the death... and
all of us, dead.
CELESTE
And you still think something we're
going to do will trigger the events
building up to what you've seen?
HUANG
I'm sure of it.
(sighs)
I just don't know what 'it' is. I
still think we would be safer if we
suspended all our -
CELESTE
(cuts her off)
I'm aware of your misgivings, but I
think we both know your prophecies
have never been a hundred per cent.
Huang scowls, stomping back across the room to the exit.
HUANG
That doesn't mean I'm wrong about
this one.
With that parting shot, she exits, letting the doors CLUNK
loudly as they swing back into place.
CELESTE
(exhales)
I'm hoping you are, dearest.
And from Celeste's expression, we DISSOLVE TO:
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