UNDEAD IN PARIS - by Terry Wright

 

 

EXT. BOSTON -- ESTABLISHING -- NIGHT

 

Lighted skyscrapers reflect off choppy bay waters, buoy-bells TOLLING.

 

EXT. FRANKLIN PARK ZOO

 

A black wolf paces his cage, GROWLING. Yellow eyes glow fierce. He suddenly lunges forward with a viscous BARK, jaws gnashing, then blackness.

 

EXT. BLACK JAGUAR -- SAME TIME

 

The XJR Series sedan glides down a dimly lit street. Ahead, an old woman bundled against the cold strolls the sidewalk alone. The car slows.

 

INT. BLACK JAGUAR

 

The driver, MAKEC (80), addresses his back-seat passenger, SORIN TOROK, a 400-year-old vampire.

MAKEC

You must feed, Sorin.

SORIN

Not until I find a daughter.

Makec watches the old woman as the car passes her by.

MAKEC

You're getting more pale every night.

Sorin leans forward, his pallid but handsome face visible in the flash of passing street lamps. He wears a black suit coat and red tie.

SORIN

Nevertheless, Makec, we keep looking.

MAKEC

I'm afraid you won't find her out here, mostly drunkards, vagrants, and addicts at best. Shall we try the university campus?

SORIN

Students are too easily missed.

Makec makes a right turn onto a side street.

SORIN

A normal girl, that's all I want. Is that too much to ask?

MAKEC

Not at all, no sir.

The car approaches a club lit up in red neon. The Coven.

MAKEC

Perhaps this place will be more to your liking.

In the blink of an eye, Sorin is now sitting in the front passenger seat, his attention on the club entrance.

SORIN

You think the young women inside are unworthy of me.

MAKEC

You know my thoughts as if they were your own, but I'm sure some punk rocker cannot replace Patrice.

With a SWISH, Sorin turns in his seat to face Makec.

SORIN

Do not speak of him! My son was a mistake.

MAKEC

But he's still your son.

SORIN

(reflective)

I'll have a daughter this time, yes, to carry on the Torok crest. Unlike Patrice, she will be easier to mold into the perfect vampire.

The look of disdain on Makec's face speaks volumes.

MAKEC

She won't be your redeemer, sir.

Sorin's eyes turn into glaring red coals of fury.

SORIN

Don't speak to me this way.

Makec levels a steady gaze on his master.

MAKEC

What can I say, that I'm afraid of you? After sixty years in your service, I think not.

SORIN

I ask your support in this, not your criticism. Besides, our argument is old, and I always get my way.

MAKEC

But that doesn't mean you're always right.

Sorin GRUMPS, looks out the windshield, sees a goth chick approaching the club. She wears her purple hair spiked, a heavily studded jacket, and knee-high black boots.

SORIN

What do we have here?

The chick enters the club.

 

INT. THE COVEN -- CONTINUOUS

 

(OVER) loud MUSIC by The Damned, she makes her way through the crowd of gothic rockers. Candles flicker from all the tables. Pale faces, pierced in every imaginable way, watch the chick as she passes. She joins a group of rockers standing by a table where two gothed up chicks nurse drinks in short glasses.

 

ALINA (25) looks like a typical goth rocker in her low-cut black dress made of leather and lace. Her black hair is cropped off short and spikey. The black lipstick, thick mascara, and morbid eye shadow contrast starkly with her chalk white skin. A scar rakes across her left cheek from eye socket to upper lip. She has to shout over the music.

ALINA

My boyfriend's late ... as usual.

The REDHEAD sitting with her swirls ice cubes in a glass.

REDHEAD

Mine, too.

Alina sips her drink.

ALINA

What is it with men, anyway?

REDHEAD

Subspecies.

They share a look of disdain.

REDHEAD

Don't be so bummed.

ALINA

It's not just my boyfriend. It's my boss too. He fired me today.

REDHEAD

Bummer.

ALINA

(flatly)

I wouldn't give him any pussy.

REDHEAD

Oh. I see--

A punk arrives, turns a chair backward and sits next to the redhead. This is TONY (26). He wears a stud in his nose, silver rings in his eyebrows, and sports a Mohawk. Both women appear happy to see him.

ALINA

Tony. You're late.

She reaches out to touch his arm, but the redhead blocks her hand and purrs to Tony.

REDHEAD

Why do you keep me waiting so long?

Alina pulls back, glaring.

ALINA

What's going on here?

REDHEAD

(sly smile)

Seems we have the same boyfriend.

TONY

(to Alina)

Gotta go with the flow, babe.

ALINA

You cheating bastard!

TONY

You had your chance last night.

Alina jumps to her feet.

ALINA

I said no because I want it to be special, not in the back seat of your dad's car.

TONY

(to the redhead)

She's a fuckin' virgin.  Gave me blue balls, the bitch did.

The redhead looks up at Alina, flutters long lashes.

REDHEAD

So, I see.  Should'a screwed your boss, kept your job. Should'a screwed Tony, kept your boyfriend.  I always get what I want.  What do you got, Alina? Nothing!

Alina's face turns red with rage.

ALINA

I'd rather have nothing than be stuck with the wrong man.

(indicating Tony)

Like this jerk!  You can have him!

She storms off, pushes through the crowd to the door.

 

EXT. THE COVEN -- CONTINUOUS

 

The club door BANGS open. Alina rushes out. She must be freezing in that skimpy dress, torn fishnet stockings, and high heels. A bus pulls up to the corner, brakes SQUEALING. She bolts for the bus, hugging herself against the cold, when something stops her. A dog, mongrel and unkempt, is moving toward her, sniffing the ground, obviously not a threat, but Alina is paralyzed with fear. She touches the scar on her face.

 

FLASH CUT TO a girl running from a GROWLING Doberman. A fence blocks her escape. She turns. The dog leaps at her face with toothy, snapping jaws. A SCREAM.

 

The stray dog finds a scrap of pizza and runs off with its prize. A HISS comes from the bus as the doors close. Alina runs, waving. CRACK, the heel of her right shoe breaks off. She stumbles, catches her balance, hops on one foot, tries to remove the shoe. The bus ROARS away. Shoulders slumped, she starts to CRY. Black mascara tears streak her face.

 

INT. BLACK JAGUAR -- SAME TIME

 

Sorin eyes the young woman standing lopsided on one shoe.

SORIN

That's her. My daughter.

MAKEC

She looks like a mess, sir.

Sorin glances left and right, sees a deserted street, then shape-shifts into a mist that seeps out the door seams.

MAKEC

(under his breath)

I hate it when he does that.

He watches the mist sweep toward the woman.

 

EXT. THE COVEN

 

Alina is shivering, holding her broken shoe, and crying so hard it takes her a moment to notice the encroaching mist. Her expression changes from frustration to fear.

 

The mist eases over the curb and swirls around her feet. She steps back, but the mist curls up her legs and climbs her dress. She GASPS, tries swiping it off her breasts, but the relentless mist grows into a ghostly image of Sorin's face, his vampire fangs glistening so near to her neck.

ALINA

No. Please--

With a forceful lunge, he bites down. Every muscle in her body tenses. Her memories pour out to Sorin.

 

SERIES OF SHOTS

 

A) (OVER) SOBBING, a little girl watches her mother with a man standing at the door. He's dressed in desert combat fatigues. One last kiss and he's gone.

 

B) (OVER) a bugle playing TAPS, there's a flag-draped coffin, twenty-one gun salute, mother and daughter wearing black.

 

C) (OVER) SCREAMING, a scruffy man wearing a sleeveless shirt beats her mother. Alina tries to stop him, gets backhanded.

 

D) (OVER) loud MUSIC, Tony says, "SHE'S A FUCKIN' VIRGIN!"

 

BACK TO SCENE

 

Alina goes limp. Sorin retracts his fangs, licks the puncture wounds in her neck, healing them instantly.

SORIN

She's perfect.

INT. BLACK JAGUAR

 

Through the windshield, Makec watches the mist and the young woman as Sorin's voice comes to him.

SORIN(O.S.)

She's perfect.

The mist rises. The woman's body collapses on the sidewalk.

SORIN(O.S.)

Her name is Alina.

The mist shape-shifts into a black bat fluttering above the downed woman.

SORIN(O.S.)

Take her home. Get her ready.

EXT. BLACK JAGUAR

 

Makec gets out, rushes to Alina, gathers her up, and carries her to the car. He puts her in the back seat, jumps in behind the wheel, and speeds off.

 

EXT. THE COVEN -- MOMENTS LATER

 

A bat enters through an overhanging eve.

 

INT. THE COVEN

 

(OVER) loud MUSIC a woman SCREAMS. A bat swoops down on Tony. Already the redhead is bleeding from a gash in her face. Tony flails at the bat, knocks over tables and candles. Fire flares up. Punks panic, push for the exits but trample each other into a writhing pile of bodies. Thick black smoke obscures the bat.

 

EXT. THE COVEN

 

The building is engulfed in flames, roof and walls collapsing into a hellish inferno.

 

A wolf HOWLS in the distance.

 

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