by Robb House
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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. TRUMAN HOME - NIGHT.
ROGER TRUMAN (34, handsome) is in the living room standing in
front of the room's large picture window, looking out into
the darkness.
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INT. TRUMAN HOME - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS.
Roger turns his back to the window. He is dressed in a nice
suit and tie. He glances at his watch.
ROGER
(calling out)
Pam? Honey? I'm not trying to rush
you, but our reservations are for
8:30.
PAM (O.S.)
I'll be right there. I just want
everything to be perfect.
Roger smiles to himself.
PAM (CONT'D) (O.S.)
Here I come.
Roger looks to the stairs where Pam's shadow is seen. CU on a
shapely leg wearing a red high-heeled shoe as it steps onto
the stairs. It is quickly followed by another as PAM TRUMAN
(32, beautiful) begins to walk down the stairs.
Roger's eyes sparkle as they drink in the sight of his lovely
wife.
Pam is in a short, beautiful red dress that hugs her shapely
figure. Roger smiles lovingly as Pam approaches him.
PAM (CONT'D)
(seductively)
Well? Was I worth the wait?
Roger looks lustfully at her and pulls her close.
ROGER
Why don't we forget about dinner?
I've got everything I want to eat
right here.
He goes for her neck and makes eating noises. Pam giggles and
playfully slaps Roger's chest.
PAM
We only get one ten year
anniversary. Besides, you promised
me the dining experience of a
lifetime.
She pushes him back. Roger sticks his lip out in an
exaggerated pout.
ROGER
Aww.
Pam smiles. She moves toward the couch to pick up her coat
and purse which are laying there. As she passes Roger, she
places her hand lightly on his arm.
PAM
Come on. We'll go eat a fabulous
meal, then we'll come back here...
She walks her fingers up his arm.
...and you can ravage me... all...
night... long.
She slaps him playfully on the cheek and gives him a sexy
wink.
Roger's pretend pout disappears, replaced by a large grin.
As Pam turns back around, coat and purse in hand, Roger holds
up his finger.
ROGER
Wait! Let me get a picture!
Pam smiles as Roger moves quickly to the desk and pulls out
the digital camera. He moves to the TV opposite the window
and sets the camera on top. He bends his head behind the
camera and motions to Pam.
VIEWFINDER'S POV: Roger's hand can be seen on the upper left
corner waiving for Pam to move to the left.
ROGER (CONT'D) (V.O.)
A little more. A little more.
Perfect.
Roger moves quickly into frame, stands beside Pam, and slides
his arm around her. They both smile, posing for the camera.
The camera flashes.
The camera screen pauses briefly as the picture is saved to
the camera. Roger and Pam look happy, although a little
washed out by the camera's flash. In the lower right corner
of the picture window behind them, a blurred figure appears
to be peering in. Then the frozen image is gone, replaced by
that of Roger approaching the camera.
Regular camera shot once again. Roger grabs the digital
camera, turns it off and sets it back down.
Pam and Roger move toward the door. At the door, they pause
as Roger helps Pam on with her coat. She turns around to face
him. He once again gazes lovingly at her.
ROGER (CONT'D)
Have I told you lately how much I
love you?
PAM
(teasingly)
Not for the last five minutes or
so.
She returns his loving gaze. He leans in and gives her a
passionate kiss. After several seconds, they break the kiss
and gaze at each other for a brief moment.
ROGER
(whining)
Can't we just stay home and go
straight to the sex? Please!?
PAM
(smiling)
No. You promised me an expensive
meal. What do you think I am? Easy?
Roger, looking defeated, grabs the door knob and gentlemanly
opens the door for his wife. She walks through.
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EXT. TRUMAN HOME - CONTINUOUS.
Pam exits, followed closely by Roger who pulls the door shut
behind him.
PAM
First dinner, then ravaging.
HESTER (vampire, blonde) suddenly appears in front of them.
She is dressed in a figure-hugging, all-white dress, her face
the grotesque mask of a vampire. Roger and Pam freeze,
startled.
HESTER
Why not have both at once?
In a flash, Hester is on Roger, BITING at his throat.
Pam starts to scream, but only a peep escapes her mouth,
before SILAS (vampire, dark haired), also in vamp face,
appears behind her and quickly SNAPS her neck. Silas drops
Pam's body to the ground and looks over to Hester who is
still feasting on Roger.
An annoyed expression crosses Silas' face. He clears his
throat.
Hester looks up at him, blood trickling from her mouth.
HESTER (CONT'D)
(oblivious)
What?
SILAS
On the front lawn? Really, Hester!
Sometimes you act like you just
died yesterday.
Silas looks around, wary of his surroundings.
HESTER
I was hungry, Silas! I haven't
eaten anything since that Italian
we had two days ago.
(beat)
And he was all "garlic-ie".
(beat; softly)
Besides, nobody's watching. Humans
these days are too engrossed in
their damn plasma TVs and X-Boxes
to care about what happens to their
neighbors.
Silas continues to give her a disapproving look, shaking his
head.
SILAS
That's no excuse to get sloppy. And
regardless, we're here on business.
Not pleasure. Remember?
HESTER
(rolling eyes)
Fine. This one's empty anyway.
She unceremoniously drops Roger's lifeless body to the ground
as if it were an empty juice box.
She stands up straight and looks down at her white dress
which is now splattered with Roger's blood.
HESTER (CONT'D)
(whining)
Damn! I really liked this dress!
SILAS
If you had listened to me and worn
something darker...
He pauses, a smile crosses his face. He looks down at Pam.
Hester follows his gaze and also smiles as we:
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EXT. TRUMAN HOME - NIGHT.
Pam's body lies in the bushes wearing only a slip. Roger's
body is also there. His feet can be seen sticking out.
Silas and Hester walk down the driveway hand in hand. Both
have reverted back to their human faces. Hester is wearing
Pam's little red dress and heels, looking very sexy. They
look every bit the dashing, loving couple that Pam and Roger
looked only minutes earlier. They gaze lovingly into each
others eyes. As they walk out of frame we:
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF TEASER
ACT I
FADE IN:
EXT. FRANK'S DINER - MORNING.
Establishing shot of Frank's Diner.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS.
LON is sitting at the counter on his usual bar stool reading
his morning paper, a cup of coffee in front of him, a faded
bruise adorns his right eye.
From the other side of the counter, VI leans over and tops
off his cup. Lon looks up briefly and nods to her.
Sitting beside Lon is TAMSIN. She has a bowl of cereal in
front of her which she busy making a dent in. She smiles at
Vi as she stuffs her face.
Vi grins back. Not watching what she is doing, she turns to
return the coffee pot to the machine and almost hits FRANK,
who is also behind the counter, with the pot of scalding hot
coffee.
Frank jumps back quickly to avoid being burned. He gives Vi
an annoyed look. She smiles back at him apologetically.
PAN over to the staircase as TYLER enters from upstairs. He
approaches the counter.
He and Frank lock eyes for a second and then quickly averts
their eyes elsewhere. Tyler greets the rest of the gang.
TYLER
Hey guys.
Tamsin and Vi nod and smile at him. Lon nods but doesn't look
up from his paper. Frank turns his back to Tyler.
Vi picks up a Styrofoam to-go cup with a lid off the bar and
hands it to Tyler as he reaches the counter.
VI
Cream, no sugar.
TYLER
(smiling)
Thanks, Vi.
From the stairwell, MIKE enters whistling a tune. Hearing
him, Frank turns back around. As if he is staring through
Tyler, he greets Mike.
FRANK
Well if it isn't the man of the
moment!
Frank starts clapping and is soon joined by Tamsin and Vi.
Lon continues to read his paper. Tyler gives Frank an annoyed
glance as Mike approaches the counter.
Smiling, Mike hold his hands up to stop their applause.
MIKE
Thank you, thank you.
Vi pulls out her cell phone to take Mike's picture. He give
her a cheesy pose, flexing his muscles as she clicks his
picture.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Last time I got this much attention
I was wearing a thong stuffed full
of tens and twenties. But alas, my
days of dancing with poles at The
Meat Rack are far behind me.
TYLER
(jokingly)
His days of smoking them, however,
are still going strong.
Mike PUNCHES Tyler hard in the arm and the pair start
laughing. Frank butts in.
FRANK
That was some damn fine work you
did there last night. Stopped those
Slavlar Demons dead in their
tracks.
Mike puffs his chest out proudly as Tyler once again looks
annoyed with Frank.
MIKE
(with fake modesty)
All in a day's work. Besides, I
couldn't have done it without that
mojo boost from Kat.
FRANK
Well, you're still the hero. And as
a reward...
Frank turns around. A beat and then he turns back toward
Mike, a plate heaped full of bacon and eggs in his hand.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(with a wink)
...the breakfast of champions.
TAMSIN
And coronary victims everywhere.
Frank give her a quick, wry look and sets the plate down on
the counter.
Mike's face lights up and he hurriedly plops down on the
stool on Tamsin's left. Grabbing a fork, he starts to eat.
FRANK
Enjoy. You deserve it, kiddo.
Hearing Frank's pet name for him used on Mike, Tyler's
expression turns from annoyance to sadness, but he quickly
puts on a fake smile.
TYLER
Well... I better get going.
Vi gives a wave while Tamsin and Mike, whose mouths are full,
mumble good-byes. Frank simply turns his back to Tyler.
Tyler's expression turns to one of anger and he makes a hasty
exit through the front door.
Tamsin looks at the door and then at Frank, eyeing him with a
baleful expression.
Frank turns back around and notices Tamsin's annoyed glare.
FRANK
(defensively)
What?
TAMSIN
How long is this going to continue?
Frank shrugs his shoulder and shakes his head looking
oblivious.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(firmly)
It's been four days.
FRANK
I don't know what you're talking
about.
Tamsin gives and exasperated groan as Frank turns from her
and busies himself with wiping the counter.
Vi looks at Mike excitedly. She leans in close.
VI
Can I get you anything, Mike?
(leaning closer)
Anything?
Mike furrows his brow, not sure he is interpreting Vi's
intentions correctly.
MIKE
(hesitantly)
Ah. No. Thanks, Red. I'm good.
Lon finishes his paper, closes it and folds it neatly. He
sets it aside on the counter, takes a sip of his coffee, and
turns to the rest of the group.
LON
Alright, everyone. If this latest
episode of "Hollyoaks" has come to
an end, I suggest that we get down
to business.
Still irritated by Tamsin's remarks, Frank turns to face Lon.
FRANK
(glancing at Tamsin)
Excellent idea.
Tamsin rolls her eyes. Lon turns to his right and picks up a
folder which is laying on the counter. Opening the folder, he
precedes to pull out photographs.
LON
Last night, the curator of the city
museum, one Roger Truman, and his
wife Pam were murdered outside of
their home. Here are the crime
scene photos.
Lon begins to pass the pictures around. Mike looks confused.
MIKE
Dude. How did you get these?
Eager to explain, Lon leans in front of Tamsin who quickly
grabs her bowl of cereal out of the way.
LON
(to Mike)
It's all quite fascinating. We--
Frank cuts him off.
FRANK
We got people.
Lon gives Frank an irritated look for stealing his thunder.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(To Lon)
You were saying?
Lon grudgingly continues.
LON
Yes. Well, Mrs. Truman's neck was
broken. Broken with enough force to
separate her skull from her spine.
Mike winces, grabbing at his own throat.
LON (CONT'D)
And it seems that Mr. Truman died
of puncture wounds to the neck, yet
remarkably...
(smirking)
...there was very little blood
found at the crime scene.
FRANK
(irritated)
Vampires.
MIKE
(excitedly)
Oh! That's easy then. We can just
track 'em down with your
little...ah...gizmos.
FRANK
(chuckling; shaking his
head)
The trackers only work if we have a
reference point to go off of, like
us or a portal. There's too much
non-human life here to do a sweep
of the whole town. Probably short
out the entire sensor grid.
MIKE
(continuing to eat)
What do we do then?
TAMSIN
Not much we can do. Random vampire
attacks rarely leave much in the
way of useful evidence.
Lon is looking at the report from the folder.
LON
If it was random.
Everyone looks to him.
FRANK
You got something?
LON
Possibly.
(beat)
Seems that our Mr. Truman's right
thumb was severed. No sign of it at
that crime scene.
VI
Why would vampires take his thumb?
MIKE
(mouth full)
Desert?
An uneasy look crosses Frank's face.
FRANK
(to Lon)
What did you say this guy did for a
living?
LON
Curator of the museum. Why?
The gang, excluding Mike, suddenly get anxious expressions.
They quickly make for the door leaving Mike sitting at the
bar still stuffing his face.
MIKE
What?
Frank flips the door sign to "Closed" as he exits.
Chewing his food, Mike suddenly makes a disgusted face and
spits out his food.
He takes a quick quizzical look at his plate and then runs to
the door. Pushing it open, he realizes that no one bothers to
lock it.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(exiting)
Hey! What about the door?
As he runs after them we:
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EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE CITY MUSEUM - DAY.
The gang exits a black SUV.
MIKE
I can't believe this rinky-dink
town has a museum?
Tamsin chuckles.
TAMSIN
Only because of the college. But it
does have some surprisingly good
collections.
As they walk around the corner toward the door, they see that
two police cars are already parked in front of the entrance.
Yellow police tape is stretched across the door. A uniformed
OFFICER is talking to a THIN MAN (30ish, nerdish looking).
A woman watches the two men. This is TANYA JAMISON. She is
late 40's, attractive, but not overly made up. Tanya is
wearing a business suit and shoulder holster denoting her as
a detective.
Seeing the cops outside, Mike looks questioningly to Frank.
Frank waves in Tanya's direction. His movements catch Tanya's
eye.
Tanya notices the team. She rolls her eyes in an irritated
fashion. She pats the officer's arm and tells him something
and then walks toward the team as they approach to meet her.
FRANK
(smiling broadly)
Detective Jamison. You're looking
lovely as ever.
Tanya looks less than happy to see Frank.
TANYA
(coolly)
Frank.
(beat)
I was wondering when you'd show up.
(eyeing Mike)
Recruiting from Abercrombie and
Fitch now?
Frank suppresses a smile. Knowing a fellow wise-ass when he
sees one, Mike plays along.
MIKE
(shrugging)
The eye candy good but I got tired
of folding sweaters.
FRANK
(indicating Mike)
Mike Czajak, meet
(indicating Tanya)
Detective Tanya Jamison.
Mike offers his hand to the detective. Tanya looks down at
Mike's hand then back at Frank. After a few seconds of
holding his hand out, Mike retracts it and runs it through
his hair awkwardly.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(to Mike)
Detective Jamison works with us
from time to time.
TANYA
Not the choice of words I would
have used. But sometimes
unconventional cases require...
(cutting her eyes at the
team)
...unconventional methods.
TAMSIN
(to Vi)
Was that an insult? I think that
was an insult.
Lon gives his sister an annoyed look.
FRANK
(sarcastically)
Yeah, we love you too, Tanya.
(nodding toward the
building)
So, this case linked to the murders
last night?
TANYA
We're pretty sure. Safe had a
biometric lock.
Frank nods knowingly.
VI
(confused)
Biometric?
FRANK
Finger prints.
Tanya reaches into her pocket and pulls out a zip-lock bag.
TANYA
Found this on the floor, safe wide
open.
She holds up the bag. Inside is a SEVERED THUMB.
TANYA (CONT'D)
The guard was found outside with
his neck broken.
(beat)
The assistant curator...
Tanya gestures toward the Thin Man talking to the uniformed
police officer.
TANYA (CONT'D)
...says only one thing's missing as
far as he can tell.
Tanya reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a Polaroid
picture. She hands it to Frank.
CU of the picture. It appears to be a small box carved out of
rock. The box is covered in strange pictographs.
Mike leans in and looks at the picture. His eyes go out of
focus. Suddenly we:
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. CAVE.
An old woman, HAZARI, in Native-American garb loudly chants
something in an ancient language.
The stone box is in her hands, the pictographs GLOWING. It
shakes with power.
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EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE CITY MUSEUM - DAY.
Mike shakes his head as if someone hit him. Frank, Detective
Jamison, and the team eye him strangely. Tanya continues to
eye Mike suspiciously for a second and then returns her focus
to Frank.
TANYA
Let me know what you find out. I'll
figure out some way to write it up
for the Chief.
FRANK
I'd think you'd be a old pro at
that by now.
TAMSIN
(not too quietly)
Emphasis on old.
Vi, Mike, and Frank stifle laughs. Tanya cocks her eyebrow at
Tamsin who gives an innocent, yet slightly bitchy, smile in
return. Tanya turns and walks back toward the officer.
Frank gives her backside a quick look.
FRANK
Nice buns, Tanya! Been working out?
Tanya doesn't turn around but her right hand goes up and
extends its middle finger.
Frank snorts as the team starts to walk back to the car.
FRANK (CONT'D)
She loves me.
(to Mike)
What was that back there. You kind
of spaced out.
Mike gives Frank an unsure look.
MIKE
I don't know. But whatever it
was...
(beat)
...I think that box is dangerous.
Frank frowns and looks down at the Polaroid in his hand.
CU on the box in the picture as we:
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. ABANDONED HOUSE - DAY.
CU on the box. The camera pulls back to reveal that the box
is sitting on a table and that we are in an abandoned house.
It's obvious that it was once an elegant house but has since
fallen into a state of disrepair. The large windows are
covered in heavy fabric, blocking out any hint of sunlight.
The room is lit by candles.
Hester stands looking at the box. She runs her hand slowly
over the top.
Silas enters with a paper bag. He smiles at her.
SILAS
Tonight, my dear.
Silas sets his bag down on the table. He begins to take out
its contents, various jars and zip-lock bags, placing them on
the table.
SILAS (CONT'D)
That little shop had all the
supplies we need. Now all we have
to do is wait.
HESTER
(irritated)
You know waiting has never been my
strong suit.
SILAS
Why don't you have a snack? That
always calms your nerves.
Silas nods to his right.
PAN to Silas' right to see a YOUNG WOMAN gagged and tied on
the room's dusty couch.
Hester smiles.
HESTER
Good idea.
Her face vamps.
The Young Woman's eyes go wide with terror. She tries to
scream but the gag only allows her muffled cries through.
In an instant, Hester is on her biting at the woman's throat.
The woman struggles for a second and then goes limp.
CU of Hester as she turns around to face Silas, her blood
covered mouth and chin lit by the candlelight. She licks her
lips.
HESTER.
Mmmm. Nummy.
Hester stands. She moves slowly toward Silas, a seductive
gleam in her eye.
HESTER
You know what else calms my nerves,
baby...
Silas leers at her. His face vamps. The two begin to kiss
passionately.
They move back to the couch. Hester reaches back behind her
and pushes the dead woman off the couch and onto the floor.
The two vampires tumble onto the couch in a passionate
embrace. As they start tearing off their clothes, the camera
PANS left back to the table.
The camera ZOOMS in on the box.
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