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FADE IN.
INT. COURT ROOM - DAY
Looking out from the judge's bench, OLIVER PIKE, wearing an
orange prison jumpsuit, sits at a table next to a late
forties, slender woman in a suit, his DEFENSE ATTORNEY.
Across from them is another table with the PROSECUTING
ATTORNEY (male, mid fifties) and ALICIA SINCAID (nineteen,
redhead, cute).
The gallery behind the two tables only has one person, KAIA
SINCAID (late twenties, redhead, stoic), dressed in very
baggy clothes, like she just came from the gym.
These are the only people in the room. There is no jury.
The prosecuting attorney stands up to address the court. He
clears his throat and steps out from behind the table.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
Your Honor, the defense calls Kaia
Sincaid to the stand.
Alicia whips her head around to Kaia, who doesn't return the
look as she walks up to the witness stand.
The BAILIFF, your typical fatass too out of shape to be a
real cop, walks up to Kaia with a Bible in his hand.
Kaia puts her left hand on the Bible and raises her right.
BAILIFF
Do you solemnly swear that the
evidence that you give to the court
will be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?
KAIA
I do.
The bailiff nods and walks away. Kaia takes her seat,
stealing a quick glance at Alicia.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
Ms. Sincaid, do you know the
defendant, Oliver Pike?
KAIA
Yes, we were... previously in a
relationship.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
(points to Alicia)
The plaintiff has asserted that Mr.
Pike stormed into your mother's
home, with a loaded gun, with the
intent to murder you.
KAIA
That's not what it was.
The prosecuting attorney thinly smiles to himself before
continuing.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
Is it true at the time of the
shooting you were pregnant with
triplet daughters?
Kaia's expression tightens immediately.
KAIA
(strained)
Yes.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
As a results of the injuries you
sustained, what happened to your
unborn children?
KAIA
(beat)
They died.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
(solemn)
They died. I'm sorry to hear that.
He walks over and offers Kaia a tissue. She glares at him
until he withdraws the offer with a sheepish, nervous smile.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY (CONT'D)
Was Mr. Pike the shooter, Ms.
Sincaid?
KAIA
Yes, but he was defending himself.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
(chuckles)
Defending himself?
According to the claims made by
your sister, Mr. Pike broke into
your mother's house, shot and
killed your twelve year old
brother, then shot you, committing
triple feticide in the process.
(serious)
And this was after he broke into
your apartment and killed your
other brother, Josh.
The prosecuting attorney starts to pace back and forth.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY (CONT'D)
So you mean to tell me that-
(points to Pike)
- this man, a healthy, athletic,
able-bodied man carrying a weapon,
was defending himself from a twelve
year old boy half his size and a
woman who was eight months pregnant
and was forced into involuntary
manslaughter.
KAIA
(deadpan)
There were extenuating
circumstances.
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
And what pray-tell are these
extenuating circumstances? I think
the court would like to know
because usually, a lover or former
lover coming to the aid of her man
when he's facing assault and murder
charges, well that normally stems
from cases of-
(pointed)
- domestic abuse.
Silence falls over the courtroom. Kaia looks to Alicia, who
shakes her head no.
KAIA
(sighs)
Two weeks ago, a friend of ours on
revealed to the world that humans
aren't the only... how can I put
this... intelligent, speech-capable
species on this planet?
PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
(bored)
Looking for a point here, Ms.
Sincaid.
KAIA
My family, we're a little
different.
Kaia's eyes turn JET BLACK, eliciting a gasp from everyone in
the room.
CIRCLE AROUND Kaia as she stands up. Fur rapidly grows all
over her as her body bulges. Her face elongates to a canine
like snout.
The prosecuting attorney hides behind the bailiff, who
shakily points his gun at Kaia as she continues her
transformation.
In seconds, a full blown WEREWOLF KAIA stands before the
court. She snarls and looks over to the judge is standing at
the edge of the bench.
JUDGE
(flabbergasted)
Ca- case dismissed.
(looks to Pike)
Mr. Pike, you're free to go.
FADE TO BLACK.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Demons are real. So's magic,
vampires, werewolves.
Pretty much everything but
leprechauns. Want me to prove it?
TITLE OVER: MONSTER ZERO PRODUCTIONS
FADE IN.
INT. LAPD PRECINCT - MAIN FLOOR - DAY (BLACK & WHITE)
Editor's note: All of the black and white scenes are muted.
Only the voiceovers are audible.
Pike, wearing (another) orange prison jumpsuit, races through
a gunfight between police officers and a gang of KALIFF
DEMONS, red leathery skin with small horns running along the
jawline and on the top of the head.
He's carrying BRIDGET REILLY, a small, freckled, preteen girl
with a nasty gunshot wound in her chest, in his arms.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
It's been three months since Connor
Angel, the primary suspect in a
murder investigation, shocked the
world with the revelation that
demons walk among us.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: and VIRTUAL MUTANT FILMS present...
FADE IN.
INT. LAPD PRECINCT - MAIN FLOOR - DAY (BLACK & WHITE)
Bridget's eyes begin to glow, followed quickly by the rest of
her body. CLOSE UP on her chest wound as the blood sucks back
inside it before it heals itself.
She SCREAMS as the glow explodes out of her!
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
The incident at the LAPD precinct
was captured by our own Cale
Burrows, revealed by Mr. Angel to
be a demon himself.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: ALICIA WITT
FADE IN.
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY (BLACK & WHITE)
A BIRD'S EYE SHOT of the destroyed building we were just in.
Beams of energy shoot from Bridget's body, disintegrating
anyone or anything unfortunate enough to be in their paths.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
This incredible sequence of events
climaxed with an explosion of what
experts have termed as 'black
magic' from a young girl killed
over two dozen police officers and
caused over one million dollars in
property damage.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: ETHAN HAWKE
FADE IN.
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY (BLACK & WHITE)
CONNOR ANGEL and GABRIELLA HERON stand over Bridget, who is
laid out on the ground, unconscious. A large TRIBAL MARK is
burned into her back.
A powerful GUST OF WIND blows through the scene, kicking up
enough dust and debris to shield the three of them from view.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
Angel and the unidentified woman
that stopped the young witch's
attack on the populace have not
been seen since. Experts believe
them to be sorcerers and are to be
considered extremely dangerous
should they surface again.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: JOHN GLOVER
FADE IN.
INT. ASSEMBLY HALL - DAY (BLACK & WHITE)
LEGISLATORS and COUNCILMEN fill every seat in the oversized
auditorium, waving their arms about and animatedly arguing
amongst themselves.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
Governments the world over have
been conducting meetings to propose
legislation to combat this new
threat to public safety, but no
progress has been made to date.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: HOUNDS OF GOD
FADE IN.
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY (BLACK & WHITE)
A car full of frightened pale, blue skinned DEMONS is being
rocked back and forth by an angry mob, carrying baseballs,
guns, knives, and other various weapons.
They eventually get the car tipped on its side. A few men
smash in the windshield.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.)
Meanwhile, riots are rapidly
increasing in frequency all over
the world. Even with military aid,
law enforcement are being overrun
by the panicked masses.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: story by BRITNEY GRAY, ROB KENNETH, & MICHAEL JAY
The MOTHER DEMON has a beer bottle SHATTERED against her
skull. She goes down and is viciously trampled by the mob.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
With no new developments at the
national level, the United Nations
General Assembly has agreed to
convene for an emergency session to
prepare and introduce new
regulations to quell the violence.
The DEMON CHILDREN cower in the back of the car as the FATHER
DEMON is pulled from the car next and shot to death by
several men with guns, one of them wearing a police uniform.
FEMALE REPORTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The world's diplomats are scheduled
to convene at the United Nations in
New York City later today. In the
meantime, citizens are urged to
stay indoors whenever possible and
keep safe.
Several men soak the inside of the car and the terrified
children with cans of GASOLINE.
The police officer lights a match and tosses it in the car.
The crowd back away and CHEER as the children burn to death.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE OVER: screenplay by MICHAEL JAY
UNKNOWN MALE (V.O.)
Is it over now?
UNKNOWN FEMALE (V.O.)
Is it ever?
FADE IN.
EXT. SKY - DAY
A small PRIVATE JET roars past us.
INT. PRIVATE JET - CABIN - DAY
PULL AWAY from a broadcast of the demon lynching/car fire.
BALTHASAR THEISS, a late fifties, shaved head with JET BLACK
EYES, watches the broadcast from a black leather recliner.
The television is the only source of light. All of the shades
on the windows are drawn.
Theiss's expression tightens and a low, barely audible GROWL
echoes in the room.
A slender hand gently comes down onto his shoulder and
another lowers a phone down to his ear.
Theiss speaks perfect English with a hint of a German accent.
THEISS
Jonas, how was your flight?
(listens; chuckles)
I don't anticipate resistance, but
should that happen, I've arranged
for a local clan to provide
mercenary support. Your sister and
I will land in New York in three
hours. I'll contact you when we do.
Theiss nods once and the hand holding the phone pulls it away
from his ear.
TILT UP to KATJA HILDEBRAND, a stunning brunette in her mid
twenties.
THEISS (CONT'D)
(in German; subtitled
English)
Katja?
KATJA
(in German; subtitled
English)
Yes, Grandpa?
THEISS
I'm hungry.
Katja grins and walks across the cabin of the plane to the
bathroom and flings the door open. Inside are three terrified
female FLIGHT ATTENDANTS, all of them bound and gagged.
Katja grabs one of them, a blonde, by the back of her neck
and roughly yanks her out of the bathroom.
Theiss shakes his head and points to a redhead still cowering
inside.
Katja nods and flings the blonde back into the bathroom,
exchanging her for the redhead.
EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT (LAX) - DAY
Establishing shot of LA's major airport. As per usual with a
shot like this, a plane just so happens to land on a runway
during a PAN ACROSS the field.
INT. LAX - BATHROOM - NEXT
A bloodstained hand drops a cell phone on the counter and
turns on the faucet of one of the sinks.
TILT UP to a shot looking at the mirror, revealing a short,
muscular fireplug of a man in his mid twenties.
His head is lowered over the sink, hiding his face.
This is JONAS HILDEBRAND.
Jonas lifts his head, revealing a thick coat of BLOOD all
over his mouth. FUR recedes into the skin on his face and his
JET BLACK EYES shift to a pair of human brown pupils.
He lowers his head to the sink and starts to wash the blood
off his face.
PAN LEFT past Jonas to the corpse of a businessman in a blood
stained suit. Jagged chunks of his flesh are missing all over
his body, a few of them scattered around the floor.
INT. SINCAID HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Kaia, wrapped up in a white cotton bathrobe, sits on a couch
with her feet (covered by fuzzy bunny slippers) propped up on
the coffee table.
COLBY SINCAID (eight years old, unbearably cute) is stretched
out on the couch with his head in her lap, asleep, with Kaia
mindlessly stroking his hair watching a report of more human
on-demon violence.
Alicia, also wearing a bathrobe, comes in and lifts Colby's
legs to make space for herself on the couch. She lowers his
legs back down on top of her own once she's comfortable.
KAIA
Savages. Three months and the
rioting hasn't let up.
ALICIA
We hunt because we're hungry. The
norms are killing for the hell of
it and we're the monsters?
KAIA
(sighs)
We're all-
ALICIA
(mocking)
"- God's creatures. Some of us are
just more creature than others."
(normal voice)
Yeah, yeah. When are you moving out
again?
Alicia takes the remote and turns the television off.
ALICIA (CONT'D)
(beat; no response)
You remember about the summit this
afternoon?
KAIA
How could I forget when you won't
let me?
ALICIA
Kaia, it's important.
Kaia rolls her eyes and leans her head back.
KAIA
(dismissive)
Just because they rented out the
Staples Center-
ALICIA
The Alphas of every werewolf clan
in the States are gonna there!
KAIA
When did you turn into Mom? Are you
forgetting I'm older than you?
Alicia's eyes fall on Kaia's slippers. Kaia glances at them
and huffs.
KAIA (CONT'D)
Oh, shut up.
She gently lifts Colby's head and slips out from under him.
KAIA (CONT'D)
And I'll be there. Just need to
meet someone first.
She picks Colby up and lets his head rest on her shoulder. He
stirs slightly and turns his head so his face is nuzzled in
her neck.
ALICIA
Who?
(beat)
It's him, isn't it?
Kaia pauses, adjusts Colby to get a better hold, and leaves.
INT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - HALLWAY - DAY
Pike steps out of an apartment with LESI, a small black
Scottish terrier, on a leash. He locks the door and starts to
walk down the cavernous hall.
Pike's eyes flick left and right, glancing at all the open
doors to the empty apartments on either side of him.
EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY
Another sunny day in Los Angeles. The air pollution is
especially colorful today. Pike stops to allow for a speeding
car to pass him before he and Lesi cross the street.
HOLD on the building as the two lightly jog out of frame.
A 'For Sale' sign is in the grass just outside the entrance.
EXT. THE CHARON HIGH COMPLEX - DAY
Establishing shot of the moderate size high-rise, high-end
condominium building.
INT. THE CHARON - MAIN LOBBY - DAY
Pike walks up to the front desk where a female brunette
CONCIERGE greets him with a smile.
CONCIERGE
(nodding)
Mr. Pike.
Pike pulls a cashier's check from inside his coat pocket and
hands it to her.
PIKE
Here you go.
She logs the payment into the computer on the counter and
prints out a receipt.
CONCIERGE
So, nothing new on Ms. Heron's
whereabouts?
Pike grimly shakes his head.
PIKE
Hope I don't have to see you next
month.
He gives her a curt smile and turns to leave when:
CONCIERGE
I really wouldn't mind.
Pike cranes his head to look back at her.
CONCIERGE (CONT'D)
(nervous)
I mean, if she comes back, I
wouldn't mind seeing you again.
She gives him a weak, almost pitiful smile. Pike responds a
slight nod and heads off.
EXT. COFFEE HOUSE - PATIO - DAY
Pike is sitting at a table alone. Lesi is rolling on her back
with a piece of rawhide in her mouth.
Kaia, wearing black bell bottoms and a red blouse, takes a
seat across from Pike and hands Pike a cup of coffee. He
lights up at her arrival, but her face holds stern. Cold.
PIKE
(smiling)
Hey. Thanks for meeting me.
KAIA
(disinterested)
This is gonna have to be quick.
I've got somewhere to be. Anything
new on Connor and Gabriella?
Pike's smile drops, resigning himself to a business
conversation. He traces the rim of his coffee with his
finger.
PIKE
No. His friends over in the
Watcher's Council haven't turned up
anything either.
Kaia sighs. The cold air about her gives way to a slight
sense of dejection.
KAIA
(under her breath)
Damn.
(out loud)
Yeah, I've had the clan sweeping
the city, but none of them have
gotten a scent.
PIKE
I tried Gabriella's books too, but
I guess it'd be more useful if I
could read ancient Gaelic.
A snicker sneaks from Kaia's lips before she catches herself.
PIKE (CONT'D)
Council did manage to get the fake
memory spell off Bridget, or
Rebekah now, I guess.
KAIA
It took this long?
Pike nods and takes a sip from his coffee.
PIKE
She's back with her grandparents in
Pennsylvania now. Council gave her
a makeover to conceal her identity.
I doubt any of these militia nuts
are gonna recognize her anymore.
KAIA
What about her powers?
PIKE
Gab's tattoo spell looks like it's
gonna hold. She can barely float a
pencil anymore. Pretty sure she
won't Krakatoa again.
Kaia leans back in her seat and slumps.
KAIA
Well, at least that's some good
news.
The sounds of CHILDISH GIGGLING off screen gets their
attention. They both look to a nearby table where a set of
IDENTICAL TRIPLET GIRLS are blowing bubbles at one another.
Pike looks away quickly. Kaia's gaze lingers a moment longer
before coming back to the conversation.
PIKE
Yeah. Look, I asked you to meet me
because I need to tell you
something.
(beat; deep breath)
I'm heading over to England. My
flight leaves later today.
KAIA
Visiting the Watcher's Council?
PIKE
(beat)
I'm, uh, moving there.
Kaia's taken aback by that news, but she quickly takes a sip
of her coffee, cupping it with both hands to hide her face.
PIKE (CONT'D)
The head guy offered me a job. I've
got a realtor working on selling my
building now and... I think it's
just time for a change.
Kaia sets her coffee down and crosses her arms. The icy
expression and posture from earlier is back.
KAIA
You're gonna work for a bunch of
uptight, English pricks? You?
Kaia leans her head back and smiles in that "this is
ridiculous" kind of way.
KAIA (CONT'D)
Pike, you've lived in LA your whole
life.
PIKE
I know, but... there's nothing
keeping me here anymore.
His eyes raise to look at Kaia. Her smile drops.
PIKE (CONT'D)
(hopeful)
Is there?
KAIA
Look, I gotta go.
Kaia huffs and picks up her purse. Pike sighs and looks away,
dejected again.
KAIA (CONT'D)
Some big wig Alpha over in Europe
called a satellite conference. Bad
enough I'm gonna be the only girl
in the room. Really don't need to
be late and give them more ammo to
chastise me.
Kaia gets up and downs the rest of her coffee in one go.
PIKE
Yeah, well-
(stands up)
- I'll let you know if I ever hear
anything about Connor and Gab.
Kaia spins on her heels and walks away.
KAIA
(calling back; icily)
Don't bother. Have a nice flight.
Have a nice life.
REVERSE ANGLE on Kaia as she leaves with Pike shrinking away
in the background. Her face stays tight and stern, though
there's pain clear as day in her eyes.
EXT. LOS ANGELES STAPLES CENTER - DAY
PAN ACROSS the main entrance to the enormous sports and
entertainment auditorium in downtown Los Angeles. 'STAPLES
CENTER' is adorned on a neon across the top of the building.
INT. LOS ANGELES STAPLES CENTER - THIRD LEVEL HALLS - NEXT
Kaia signs in at a small desk, pausing to throw a sneer at
the receptionist giving her a lecherous grin.
Just as advertised, she's the only female in sight. Also the
youngest person there by at least a decade.
INT. LOS ANGELES STAPLES CENTER - AUDITORIUM - NEXT
Kaia takes a seat in the lower bowl next to a stout gentlemen
in his late forties with a unibrow.
He sizes her up and rolls his eyes.
KAIA
Don't be jealous 'cause I have two
eyebrows.
(under her breath)
Prick.
The lights lower and all of the chatter in the audience dies
down.
A spotlight falls on Jonas standing in the center of the
floor with a microphone. The projection monitors in the
ceiling shows a feed of Jonah.
JONAS
(beat)
My grandfather, Balthasar Theiss.
ON Kaia, her eyes widening at the name. She and Mr. Unibrow
sitting next to her sit up straighter in their seats.
The crowd starts to mumble and chat amongst themselves.
Theiss's image appears on the screens and the chatter ceases
immediately.
THEISS
I've been alive a long time and
I've never seen such an assembly. I
wish I could say it was under less
dire circumstances.
(clears throat)
As we speak, I sit outside the
United Nations Headquarters in
Manhattan, New York where the
General Assembly has come together
to deliberate international
legislation to deal with the so
called demon threat.
The Security Council is also in the
building with plans to meet in a
few hours.
PUSH IN on Kaia's expressionless face as her eyes stay fixed
on the screens.
THEISS (O.S.) (CONT'D)
They won't say it now, but we are
all intelligent enough to know
where this is going.
(stern; menacing)
Prejudice. Persecution. Eventually,
extermination. For our kind and all
others considered by the world's
leaders to be non-human. The
werewolf nation will not stand by
and watch as a congregation of
bureaucrats and politicians decide
we are nothing more than cattle
that need to be slaughtered.
All over the arena, murmurs of approval and agreement come
from the clan Alphas.
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