by Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
by Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE STREET - NIGHT
The camera FADES IN on a street sign, "5th Street". PAN DOWN
to the quiet, empty street.
The silence is quickly broken as a large green demon, looking
very much like the Incredible Hulk (tattered clothing, dark
hair), enters view. It growls and stomps as it runs. It
glances over it's shoulder as if being pursued. It runs past
the camera and out of frame.
The cause of its distress becomes obvious. FRANK and FLETCHER
enter view chasing the creature from behind.
As they run, they are joined from a side street by VI. Frank
points in the direction the creature went and the three
continue on together, running out of frame.
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EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE ALLEYWAY - MOMENTS LATER
The demon turns the corner into the alleyway. DEAD END! The
creature looks behind itself. Seeing the team in hot pursuit,
its almost familiar features contort in anger. It punches the
alley way in frustration, knocking a big chunk of brick to
the ground. It growls but stops suddenly, a curious look
crossing its face as if something has caught it's attention.
It walks out of frame.
Moments later, the team enters the alley. At the entrance,
they are met by CORRINE, and a beat later TAMSIN, who is
waddling along the best she can given the advance state of
her pregnancy.
FRANK
(to Corrine)
Hey, stranger. Nice of you to make
an opening for us in you busy
schedule.
Corrine gives Frank an annoyed look.
CORRINE
I couldn't exactly say no under the
circumstances.
Frank looks at Tamsin and cocks his eyebrow.
FRANK
(to Corrine)
What is she doing here?
Tamsin looks offended.
CORRINE
She wouldn't give me the tracker
unless I let her come along.
TAMSIN
I'm standing right here!
FRANK
Which is the point! You're supposed
to be back at the base taking it
easy until the rug rat comes.
TAMSIN
(firmly; loudly)
I've still got three weeks! I'm
perfectly fine!
Everyone gives her an unsure eye, but looks too scared to
contradict her. The team enters the alley.
The camera PANS left, making a complete circle, to reveal
that the alleyway is not only a dead end, it is also EMPTY!
As the camera settles back on our team, they all wear
identical confused expressions.
FRANK
What the Hell?
Fletcher and Corrine look at their detectors.
FLETCHER
I don't understand.
CORRINE
There's no sign of him.
The gang walks around the small alleyway looking for signs of
the demon.
VI
He vanished.
Mike closes his eyes and holds his hand out in front of him.
His brow creases with concentration.
MIKE
Hey, guys.
Everyone looks to him as he holds his hand to the alley's far
wall.
MIKE (CONT'D)
There's something here.
All draw closer.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Something...
(moving his hands over the
wall)
...hidden...
Suddenly a DOOR appears in the wall. Mike turns to the group
and gives a cocky smile.
Fletcher studies the door with a curious look. Written on the
door in black Sharpie are the words "The Devil's Water". His
face brightens.
FLETCHER
I'll wager this is that new demon
bar we've been hearing about.
Glamor protection spells are pretty
standard on such establishments.
Frank frowns and takes hold of the door knob.
FRANK
Get ready. This could be dangerous.
Everyone grips their weapons tightly. Frank turns the knob as
we:
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INT. DEVIL'S WATER - CONTINUOUS
The door flies open, pushed in by Frank. The gang looks
around.
The camera PANS to the diner's interior. As one would expect,
the bar is a smoky dive filled with various dangerous looking
demons sitting around several tables. The bar's patrons seem
to be having a good time drinking, some playing cards.
Upon the gangs entrance, all goes quiet. The demons all look
to them.
FRANK
(to patrons)
I don't want any trouble, we're
just--
The silence is broken by the screech of every chair in the
place being pushed back as all the demons stand. Frank
tightens his grip on his shotgun, ready for action.
Instead of attacking, the demons run to the sides of the pub
in a panic. The team exchange quick confused looks.
As the crowd frantically parts, the green "Hulk" demon is
revealed hiding at the back of the room. Frank points to him.
FRANK (CONT'D)
There!
Ignoring the other hysterical demons, Frank and the crew race
across the room. Hulk sees them and attempts to flee. But
it's too late, the team tackle it to the floor.
The demon struggles, but the team succeeds in holding it
down. Fletcher reaches into his pocket and extracts a vile.
He quickly uncaps it with his teeth and pours the thick green
contents into the creature's mouth. It gags as it swallows
the vile brew.
The creature thrashes violently, throwing off the team as the
other patrons look on in fear. It gasps and shakes, its color
fading and features twisting as it starts to appear human,
looking more and more like... TYLER!
The young man sits up, a confused look on his face. The gang
give smiles of relief.
TYLER
What... What happened?
MIKE
(smirking)
Tyler smash.
Tyler looks even more confused.
MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)
(cockney accent)
Oi! What the hell is going on
here?!
The gang turn around toward the sound of the voice to see an
annoyed SIMON TRAVERS.
Tamsin's eyes go wide with surprise as we:
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END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
INT. DEVIL'S WATER - CONTINUOUS
As before, Tamsin looks stunned to see her brother staring
back at her. Her surprised expression turns to one of
annoyance. Frank, Vi, and Mike also frown.
TAMSIN
(crossly)
Simon!
But Simon isn't having it.
SIMON
Don't "Simon" me! You're the ones
what barged in here!
He points sternly to a large sign, also hand written, which
is prominently displayed over the bar. It reads, "NO
Punching, NO Biting, NO Scratching, NO Decapitations, NO
Poison Secretions, NO Impaling with Bony Appendages, NO
Weapons, ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING!" Seeing this, the gang all
look away sheepishly for a beat.
FLETCHER
(defensively; indicating
Tyler)
He was bitten by a Sporalock. They
reproduce by injecting their DNA
into their victims. We were just
administering the cure.
Simon's features soften. He turns to address the bar's scared
patrons.
SIMON
It's alright, folks. Nothing to
see. Simple misunderstanding.
Everything's fine. Next rounds' on
the house.
This last statement seems to placate the crowd who slowly
return to their seats.
TAMSIN
(to Simon)
What's going on here?
Simon nods toward a door.
SIMON
Let's talk in my office.
TAMSIN
Your office?
SIMON
(with a cocky smile)
I'm the owner of this fine
establishment, sweetheart.
Tamsin gives a bemused look as Simon moves toward the door.
The others move to follow Simon as Mike helps Tyler stand.
The dark-haired man's clothes are in shreds, exposing his
bare flesh beneath. Noticing his near nakedness, he tries to
cover himself with his hands.
TYLER
(whining)
Why am I always naked?
MIKE
(shaking his head)
You got me, dude. If you're going
to show it off, you could at least
do some sit-ups.
(poking Tyler's belly)
Tighten up that playdough fun
factory you got going here.
Tyler slaps Mike's hand away. Mike laughs.
TYLER
(annoyed)
I'm going home.
He turns toward the entrance to the club. Mike's ears perk
up. He calls after Frank.
MIKE
Hey, Frank!
Frank stops and turns toward the young man as the others
begin to file into Simon's office.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I'm gonna escort the T-man back to
the diner. He's a little too nude
to be on his own.
FRANK
(nodding)
Stay with him.
Frank turns back on his course. Mike rushes excitedly to
catch up with his friend. He puts his arm over his buddy's
shoulders. Tyler's face conveys that he knows the score.
TYLER
(matter-of-factly)
You've got a date and I'm your
excuse to leave.
MIKE
(nodding; with a big grin)
Two! They're twins.
Tyler gives a pained expression. The two exit the building as
we:
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INT. DEVIL'S WATER - SIMON'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
The office is a small, dingy room with sparse and equally
dingy furnishings- a desk, a chair, a small sofa- a sofa
which is currently occupied by a BODY. Curled up on its side
and turned away from the camera, the figure is presumably
asleep.
As the gang enter, Simon notices the sleeping figure. He
sighs, quickly walks to it, and SMACKS it on the arm. The
body jumps, startled.
SIMON
Shift it, you lazy git! Got
company.
The figure turns to sit, its features clearly demon. Its
black skin and white face denote it as a KENJI DEMON. The
demon notices Frank and his crew. Its face lights up. It
quickly stands.
KENJI DEMON
(to Frank)
Frank!
The demon then notices Corrine.
KENJI DEMON (CONT'D)
Corrine!
The two humans exchange a confused look.
KENJI DEMON (CONT'D)
It's me! Harold!
(beat)
Me and my brother tried to kill
you.
Frank and Corrine are still blank. Harold FLICKS his wrist. A
large BONY SPEAR juts out. Looks of recollection cross the
pair's faces. Harold retracts the weapon. Simon gives HAROLD
a shove towards the door.
SIMON
(to Harold)
Sorry to cut your little reunion
short, but we got thirsty customers
need waitin' on.
Harold waves "bye" as Simon pushes him out the door and
closes it.
SIMON (CONT'D)
So, you know ole Harold, do ya?
Frank nods.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Poor sod. Found him in a circus
sideshow few months back. Helps me
out 'round the place. Well, I say
helps. Breaks more glasses than he--
Tamsin has been stewing quietly, but can take no more.
TAMSIN
(sternly)
What are you doing here, Simon!
Simon gives his sister a thin-lipped smile.
SIMON
Great to see you too, sis. How's
tricks?
He looks blatantly at her swollen belly.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Never mind.
Tamsin is not amused. Vi and Fletcher take a step back.
TAMSIN
Why are you back? Lon told you to
stay away.
SIMON
Yeah. Well, I was never good at
doing what I was told, was I.
(beat; soft chuckle)
Heard big bruv finally went the
full bender before he chucked it.
And he pulled that Mike bloke as
well.
(with a sincere,
bittersweet smile)
Good for him. At least he went
happy.
Tamsin looks amazed by Simon's apparent care for their
brother as the others stand around awkwardly. Corrine's cell
phone rings. She quietly answers it, moving away from the
group, and speaking indistinctly.
SIMON (CONT'D)
(softer)
See, truth is, I never left. Been
hanging 'round since you lot gave
me the boot. Been keeping my eye on
you, watching out. Thought I'd find
a way to prove I'd changed, prove
how sorry I was. But then Lon...
Simon looks away for a beat as tears threaten to come to his
eyes. Tamsin too is now on the verge of crying.
The touching moment is broken by Corrine.
CORRINE
(into her phone)
Fine, Maxwell! I'll be there in
fifteen minutes!
All look to her as Corrine slams her phone shut and stuffs in
into her pocket. She is not happy. Neither is Frank if the
expression on his face is any indication. Noticing that she
has an audience, Corrine forces herself to calm down.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Sorry. I've got to go. Something's
come up at work.
Frank takes a step closer to Corrine.
FRANK
Something's always coming up at
work. You can't just run off every
time they--
Corrine's face turns cold.
CORRINE
Sorry, Frank. They need me.
FRANK
Well, tell 'em to get in line,
sweetheart!
(firmly)
We need you. And more importantly,
you need us.
CORRINE
What's that supposed to mean?!
FRANK
I see the signs. You're moody as
Hell. You're not showing up for
your training. Christ! Takes my
nephew turning into a god damn
demon to even get you to patrol!
CORRINE
(coolly)
I don't have to listen to this.
She shakes her head and turns toward the door. She throws it
open and storms out.
FRANK
(calling after her)
That's it! Go play CEO! But don't
come cryin' to me when you life
goes to crap again!
All in the office look a bit startled. Frank looks to the
gang, looking a bit embarrassed at losing his temper.
SIMON
(to Fletcher and Vi;
quietly)
They always like this?
The pair shrug and nod. Frank moves to the other side of the
room to stew.
Tamsin is not done talking to Simon.
TAMSIN
If you've been here all this time,
why didn't you get in touch with
me?
Simon looks down and shrugs lightly.
SIMON
Kept waitin' for the right moment.
Kept thinkin', "Today's the day.
I'll just walk over to the diner
and..."
Simon turns away from his sister and the gang.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Got as far as the front door few
months back. Couldn't go in.
VI
Sometimes we lock it when--
Tamsin waves her hand for Vi to be quiet. Vi gives a pouty
frown.
SIMON
I couldn't bare the thought that
you'd reject me again.
Tears stream down Tamsin's face. She takes a step closer to
her brother. Taking his arm, she turns him around and pulls
him into her arms. Simon begins to cry as he melts into his
sister's arms. She strokes his hair gently.
Vi begins to cry at the touching scene. Fletcher looks
compassionately at Tamsin. After a few beats, Simon dries his
tears and pulls back slightly.
TAMSIN
(firmly)
This doesn't mean that you're off
the hook.
Simon nods.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
No more of your plots and schemes.
Simon shakes his head in agreement.
SIMON
I promise.
Done pouting, Frank moves back to join the group.
TAMSIN
Any we're going to have to have a
talk about this place you're
running.
SIMON
Actually, now that you're all here
and we're on good terms again...
He looks to Frank and Vi who are eyeing the man sternly.
SIMON (CONT'D)
...better terms, at least... I need
to talk to you too.
(beat)
I need your help.
The gang all frown as we:
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INT. DEVIL'S WATER - CONTINUOUS
Harold is at the bar whistling a happy tune as he serves
drinks to the demon patrons. Not paying attention, he turns
and knocks over the drink of one of the customers sitting at
the bar. The demon jumps in surprise as the liquid spills all
over it.
Harold moves from behind the bar and walks across the room to
another door.
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EXT. DEVIL'S WATER - MOMENTS LATER
Harold exits the bar carrying a trash bag. He walks over to a
large dumpster.
ANGLE ON Harold as if being watched. The demon drops the
trash bag. The trash spills everywhere.
Still whistling, Harold bends down and begins to pick up the
trash.
ANGLE ON Harold. Who or whatever is watching Harold moves
closer to the unaware demon.
Harold stands with the trash bag and opens the dumpster.
ANGLE ON Harold. His back to the approaching menace, he drops
the trash into the dumpster.
The back door suddenly opens as a DRUNK PATRON staggers out.
ANGLE ON Harold as the unseen watcher moves quickly behind
the alley corner.
Harold turns to the patron.
HAROLD
'Night, Mosilink. Say "hello" to
the wife and brood for me.
MOSILINK grunts and gives Harold a wave as he walks away.
Again whistling his happy tune, Harold turns and walks back
into the building.
EXT. ALLEYWAY - CONTINUOUS
Mosilink staggers down the alleyway. He hiccups.
ANGLE ON Mosilink. He is now being watched by the unseen
creature.
The drunken demon continues to stagger down the alley.
A FOOTSTEP catches the creatures attention. He stops and
looks around the alley.
The camera PANS around the alley. Only Mosilink is there. The
demons shrugs and continues on his way.
ANGLE ON Mosilink. The camera moves in closer as the unseen
stalker approaches.
Another FOOTSTEP, Mosilink stops again. Once again, he looks
around the alleyway. Still nothing there. But Mosilink is now
on edge. He begins to walk faster.
More FOOTSTEPS sound. Mosilink walks even faster. The
FOOTSTEPS get quicker, Mosilink breaks out into a run.
The demon quickly turns a corner and presses himself against
the alley wall. The FOOTSTEPS get louder. An unclear, SHADOWY
FIGURE passes by. The FOOTSTEPS continue on, fading into the
night.
Mosilink lets out a sigh of relief. He listens for a beat.
Not hearing anything, he turns to continue on his way.
Suddenly, a CLAWED HAND grabs Mosilink and pulls him around
the corner!
The camera continues to HOLD on the now empty alleyway as,
off screen, the frantic SCREAMS of the demon can be heard.
Mosilink grabs the alley wall, momentarily pulling himself
back into view, his screaming face a full of terror. A loud
CRUNCH and the demon's eyes go wide. All goes quiet.
Mosilink's head tips down, his empty eyes staring forward.
His head continues to dip down, falling to the ground! The
bodiless head stares vacantly into space.
Off screen, a LOW GROWLING sound is heard followed by loud
SLURPING sounds as we:
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END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. DEVIL'S WATER - SIMON'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Seated on the small sofa are Tamsin, Fletcher, and Vi. Vi
eyes the filthy piece of furniture she sits on unpleasantly.
Frank stands to Tamsin's right on the side of the sofa.
Simon stands before them, leaning back on the front of his
desk as he addresses the crew.
SIMON
It was Harold what gave me the idea
for this place.
(beat)
Not literally, 'course. Bag of
hammers, he is. But he got me
thinkin'.
FRANK
(skeptically)
So, you're saying you opened a bar
that caters to demon--
SIMON
Idiots. Yeah, basically.
Amused smiles cross Frank, Vi, and Fletcher's faces. Tamsin's
face, however, remains neutral. Seeing this, Simon hurries to
explain.
SIMON (CONT'D)
But it's more than that, see? Not
like I'm just lookin' to make a
quick Bob off the mentally
challenged.
Skeptical looks cross the team's faces.
SIMON (CONT'D)
These buggers is too stupid to be
dangerous, for the most part, but
they is still demons, inn't they?
So I thought, "Why not open a pub?"
Simon's audience clearly doesn't see his logic.
SIMON (CONT'D)
You know? A place where they can
kick back so they're not out
wandering the streets givin' ole
Misses "Whats-her-name"
palpitations while she's hangin'
out her granny knickers.
(beat; proudly)
Suppose you could say, all this is
kind of a "public service", inn't
it?
FRANK
(sarcastically)
Saint Simon.
Simon doesn't catch or chooses to ignore the irony in Frank's
voice.
SIMON
Exactly, mate!
An amused smile crosses Tamsin's face.
VI
What's this got to do with you
needing help?
SIMON
Thought if I explained about this
place, what I do, you and yours
would be a bit more inclined to
lend me a hand.
FRANK
Hand with what?
Simon moves from reclining on his desk and takes a step
closer to the gang.
SIMON
Something's out there. Feeding off
my clientele. For about a week now.
Sometimes two or three a night.
FLETCHER
And this should concern us why
exactly?
SIMON
Done told ya'. These are the good
demons. This thing out there...
it's evil.
Frank frowns as we:
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EXT. MACROWARE - MOMENTS LATER
Establishing shot of the MacroWare corporate headquarters.
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INT. MACROWARE - CORRINE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Corrine sits at her desk pouring over documents, a harried
look on her face. A stack of unopened folders sits before
her.
MAXWELL CANTON enters. Seeing Corrine's condition, he gives a
small amused smile.
Hearing his arrival, Corrine looks up from her work. She is
clearly not happy to see the man.
MAXWELL
Hard at work, I see. The stock
holders would be happy.
Corrine curls her lip.
CORRINE
(annoyed)
Why did you call me, Maxwell?
(indicating the paperwork)
Most of this could have waited
until tomorrow?
MAXWELL
(nodding)
Most of it.
(beat)
I just figured it was time we had a
little private chat.
The anger is seething off of Corrine. Maxwell sits on the
corner of Corrine's desk and leans in slightly.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
I know you don't like me, Corrine.
By the look on Corrine's face, this is an huge
understatement.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
And thanks to Jon leaving you his
controlling interest, I can't get
you voted out of office.
Corrine continues to eye the man coldly.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
My point is, things will go a lot
smoother for both of us if you work
with me instead of against me.
Corrine cocks her eyebrow.
CORRINE
In other words, if I don't sign off
on every little thing you put in
front of the board, you'll make my
life a living Hell.
Maxwell gives Corrine a thin smile.
MAXWELL
I would never be so crass, of
course. Let's just say, "one hand
washes the other."
CORRINE
Yeah, well it's not my hands that
are dirty.
MAXWELL
(frowning)
What's that supposed to mean?
CORRINE
I saw the acquisition papers.
You're trying to purchase that
manufacturing plant in Columbia.
Maxwell looks surprised for a beat, but quickly recovers.
MAXWELL
It's a sound financial investment.
CORRINE
It's cheap labor turning out
inferior products.
MAXWELL
(firmly)
It'll save MacroWare millions.
CORRINE
It'll put thousands of good people
out of work!
Maxwell clenches his jaw.
MAXWELL
Cuts will have to be made, but
that's business.
CORRINE
Jon would never have let something
like that happen.
MAXWELL
(coolly)
Perhaps not. But as you're so fond
of reminding everyone, Jon's dead.
Stunned by Maxwell's callousness, Corrine's mouth drops open.
Maxwell stands.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
I'll be presenting my little idea
at the board meeting tomorrow.
He turns to exit.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
See you there.
As Maxwell exits the room, Corrine finally manages to close
her mouth. She is visibly shaken. She opens the top drawer of
her desk. Reaching in, he pulls out a bottle of pills.
CU on the label- "Take one as needed for anxiety".
Corrine eyes the bottle for a few beats. Taking a deep
breath. She moves to put the bottle back in the drawer. She
pauses for a beat and then stuffs the bottle in her purse
instead.
CU on Corrine's anxious face as we:
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