This is an excerpt of a completed screenplay.

        "Infestation" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.


        FADE IN:

        EXT. CITY SKYLINE - DAY

        The shadows lengthen as evening approaches.


        EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        A sedan stops... the engine's turned off... the doors open.

        DONNA MAVERICK, 30, climbs out.  She looks pretty classy
        in a dark business suit and Ray-Bans.

        THE ROOKIE, 20s, gets out.  A soldier in civilian clothing,
        tough, confident.  He looks up and down the empty street.

                              ROOKIE
                  Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

        Donna leans back against the sedan and lights up.  Smokes
        while she examines the boarded factory building.

                              ROOKIE
                  Are we gonna do this or what?
                  Sunset's an hour away.

                              DONNA
                  Sure.

        Donna grounds her cigarette, reaches into her armpit, draws
        a gleaming piece of artillery.  She works the slide and
        heads for the entrance.

        The Rookie opens the trunk, pulls out a machine gun.  He
        arms the MG with a loud CLICK-CLACK!  Donna frowns.

                              DONNA
                  Size doesn't matter.  It's what
                  you do with it that counts.

                              ROOKIE
                  That's what you all say.  But when
                  push comes to shove, it's down to
                  firepower.


        INT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        Filled with dusty antique machinery.  Two metal stairways
        at either end of the factory lead up to the floor above --
        dark offices and store rooms.

        Donna takes off her Ray Bans and looks around.

                              ROOKIE
                  We'll cover more ground if we split
                  up.

                              DONNA
                  Just stay close.

                              ROOKIE
                  We stick together, that makes us
                  easy to ambush.

        Donna thinks about that one.  She nods OK.  The Rookie
        grins and moves among the machinery, leading with his MG,
        taking every corner like it's a potential trap.

        Donna climbs the stairs, boots clunking on the metal steps.

        UPPER LANDING

        Donna pauses at the top of the stairs, listening.  She
        sniffs the air, wrinkles her nose.

        FACTORY FLOOR

        The Rookie turns on his flashlight and taps a door with
        his boot toe, it swings open.

        STORE ROOM

        The flashlight beam dazzles as the Rookie swings his MG
        left to right.  He relaxes and moves on.

        UPPER LANDING

        Donna looks into a couple of empty offices.

        FACTORY FLOOR

        The Rookie glances up, sees Donna on the landing above.

        UPPER LANDING

        Donna walks casually to a closed door...

        And KICKS IT OPEN, her gun ready, swinging left to right.

        Nothing.  The office is empty.  She lowers her gun.

        FACTORY FLOOR

        Watching from below, the Rookie smiles.

        He glances at the second stairway.  Sitting halfway down
        the stairs, watching him, is a pretty little girl, ALICE
        (7), blonde hair, plaid skirt.

        The Rookie looks for Donna.  She's on the landing opposite
        his position with her back to him.

        He looks at Alice, who smiles.  He smiles back, not really
        sure what he should be doing.

                              ROOKIE
                  Uh... Agent Maverick?

        UPPER LANDING

        Donna turns, sees the Rookie's worried look.  She searches
        the shadows and sees Alice sitting on the stairs.  Donna's
        eyes widen in fear.

        STAIRWAY

        Alice looks up at Donna, her expression calm.

                              DONNA
                  Shoot her!

        The Rookie licks his lips and slowly lifts his MG.

                              DONNA
                  Shoot her before she kills you!

                              ROOKIE
                  What if it's a mistake?  What if
                  she isn't--?

                              DONNA
                  If you want to live, dammit, shoot
                  her!

        The Rookie takes aim.  Alice stares at him.  The Rookie's
        finger squeezes the trigger.  He's racked by indecision.
        What if Donna's wrong?

        WHAP!  Alice is on top of him, biting into his neck.  The
        Rookie SCREAMS, falls onto his back.  Alice falls with
        him, maintaining her bite-grip on his neck.

        Donna runs to the top of the stairs and comes down fast.
        Alice looks up, her mouth covered in blood.  Her eyes blaze
        yellow and her teeth are as big as a sabertooth tiger's,
        deforming her entire face.

        Donna skids to a stop at the bottom of the stairway and
        takes aims.  A shadow passes over her.  Donna looks up--

        A LITTLE BOY the same age as Alice SLAMS into Donna from
        above and bears her to the ground.

        Donna lands on her back and GASPS in pain.  She loses her
        gun, it spins away.  She desperately tries to fight off
        the snarling Little Boy.  He's trying to reach her throat.

        Alice stands halfway up the other stairway, a pretty little
        girl again.  She watches the struggle as if it's a cartoon.
        As if she doesn't care who lives or who dies.

        Donna holds the Little Boy off while she stretches for her
        gun, inch by desperate inch.  The Little Boy's fangs are
        getting closer... about to touch her neck...

        The Little Boy glances up at Alice.

        Alice shakes her head.

        Donna reaches her gun!  She swings it round, ready to shoot
        the little bastard--

        But the Little Boy's gone, a shadow lost in the shadows.

        Donna gets up fast and spins, looking for Alice.  She's
        gone too!  The stairway's empty.

        Donna hurries to the Rookie's side.  He's barely alive.
        He looks up at her, his lips moving silently.  Donna kneels,
        takes his hand.  His eyes glaze.

                              DONNA
                  Dumb fuckin rookie.

        Donna looks up as muted children's LAUGHTER echoes through
        the factory.  They're laughing at her.

        Donna runs for the exit.


        EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        Donna opens the sedan's trunk and pulls out a silver attache
        case.


        INT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        Donna marches inside.  She kneels down beside the Rookie's
        body.  Opens the attache case.  It contains a BOMB with a
        digital timer.  She punches in a number, closes the case.

                              DONNA
                  Suck on this, you little bastards!

        She runs out of the building.


        EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        Donna climbs into the sedan and zooms out of there fast.


        INT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        The attache case sits there, looking innocent.  Curious
        WHISPERS all around.


        EXT. DONNA'S SEDAN - DAY

        Kicking up dust, looking to break the land speed record.


        INT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        Shadows fall across the attache case.  Louder WHISPERS.


        EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - DAY

        The factory EXPLODES like it's been hit by a Cruise missile.


        INT. DONNA'S SEDAN (MOVING) - DAY

        A distant BOOM!  Donna sees the explosion in her rearview
        mirror.  She sighs with relief.

        Children's LAUGHTER makes Donna check her rearview and
        sideview mirrors.

        THUMP!  Something hits the car roof!

        THUMP!  Something knocks the sedan sideways.  Donna fights
        with the wheel.

        THUMP!  Something else lands on the roof.

        The LAUGHTER grows louder, it's all around.

        Donna draws her gun and SHOOTS upward, making holes in the
        roof.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

        The rear window SHATTERS!  Donna YELLS as broken glass
        showers the back of her head.

        THUMP!  The sedan veers to the side again.  Donna struggles
        with the wheel.  She glances in her rearview mirror.

        The rearview mirror shows nothing except the broken rear
        window.

        Donna opens the glovebox, pulls out a grenade.  She pulls
        the ring and tosses the grenade over her shoulder.  She
        opens her door, unlocks her seatbelt and JUMPS OUT while
        the sedan's still moving!


        EXT. DONNA'S SEDAN (MOVING) - DAY

        Donna hits the ground and rolls, kicking up dust.  She's
        stunned, it takes her a moment to recover and look up--

        DONNA'S SEDAN

        explodes in a fireball.  It rolls on, blazing, then goes
        off the road and slows to a stop.

        Donna gets up, dusts herself down.  She pulls out her phone.

                              DONNA
                       (into phone)
                  This is One-Six.  Infestation
                  confirmed.  Target has been
                  neutralized.

        She closes her eyes for a moment and sighs.

                              DONNA
                       (into phone)
                  We have a man down.  Four-Six is
                  toast.
                       (she listens)
                  Don't go blaming it on me.  Next
                  time, pick someone who knows how
                  to obey orders.
                       (she listens)
                  Yeah, yeah.  I need a ride, I blew
                  up my car.
                       (she listens)
                  Yes, again.  Get someone out here,
                  now.  Before the cops come sniffing
                  around.

        She snaps the phone shut, shakes her head and mumbles--

                              DONNA
                  Dumb fuckin rookie...

        The wind carries a tinkling echo of children's laughter.
        Donna spins round but there's nothing there.


        EXT. CITY SKYLINE - DAY

        As the shadows continue to lengthen...


        EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY

        A COOK exits a kitchen rear door, carries trash bags to a
        dumpster, chucks them in.

        He turns to go inside -- pauses, as if he's heard something.

        Insect BUZZING.  The Cook swats the air with his hand.

        He opens the door.  Something snatches him off the ground
        and whips him up out of sight.  He's gone!  His thin
        terrified WAIL fades.

        Another COOK sticks his head outside, looks up and down
        the empty alleyway, puzzled.  Where'd the other guy go?

                              COOK
                  Hey, Jimmy?


        EXT. DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Detective PETE FALCONI, 20s, fresh-faced, new suit, and
        his partner SOUTH, 50s, a tough rumpled street veteran,
        pull up in their unmarked car and climb out.

        They examine the building.  The windows and entrance are
        boarded up.

                              SOUTH
                  You sure this is the place?

                              FALCONI
                  That's what our guy said.

        A couple of boards have been kicked in at the bottom of
        the entrance, making a hole.  Falconi and South duck inside.


        INT. STAIRWAY - DAY

        They creep upstairs.  The place is dark, peeling, dusty.


        INT. HALLWAY - DAY

        They approach a door.  Falconi points out a FISH scratched
        into the woodwork.  South nods.  They take up positions on
        either side.  Falconi looks at South who silently counts
        one, two, three--

        WHAM! they kick the door open together.  Falconi throws
        himself inside.


        INT. SUSPECT'S APARTMENT - DAY

        Falconi sweeps through the apartment, spinning fast to
        cover every door and possible hiding place.

        South waits in the living room.  Falconi returns, shaking
        his head.

        Their attention goes to a couch in the corner.  Its cushions
        are covered in dried blood.

        Falconi and South gingerly look over the top of the couch.

        A BODY lies behind the couch, white male, 25, pony tail,
        jeans.  His shirt's torn open, dozens of angry red welts
        cover his neck, shoulders and torso.  His wide-eyed
        expression says he died in terror.

                              SOUTH
                  Looks like somebody beat us to it.

        They put their guns away.

                              FALCONI
                  We track down his girls and ask
                  them who they're working for now,
                  that's our killer.

                              SOUTH
                  You're gonna make a great Homicide
                  detective one day, Petey.  That's
                  after you work another couple years
                  in Vice.  It's their game now.
                  Better call it in.

        Falconi pulls out his radio.  Static mush.  He turns around,
        trying to get a signal.

                              SOUTH
                  It's the lead pipes in these old
                  buildings.  C'mon.

        South exits.

        An insect BUZZES.  Falconi slaps his neck as if he's been
        bitten.  Puzzled, he looks at his hand.  A droplet of blood.

                              FALCONI
                  Lead pipes.  Right.

        Falconi takes a last look around, exits.


        EXT. DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Falconi tries to get a signal on his radio.

                              FALCONI
                  Hell is wrong with this thing?

                              SOUTH
                  I gotta take a leak, my bladder's
                  killing me.

        South heads back inside.

                              FALCONI
                  Whoa, hold on.

                              SOUTH
                  Jeez Petey, I hold on any longer
                  I'm gonna piss my pants.  Enjoy
                  being young while it lasts.

        South ducks back into the building.


        INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - HALLWAY - DAY

        South pushes a door open, looks inside.  He's already
        fumbling with his zipper.


        EXT. DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Falconi shakes his radio, tries it again.  He throws it
        into the sedan and takes out his phone instead.

                              FALCONI
                       (into phone)
                  Hey Charlie put me through to the
                  squad desk.
                       (he listens)
                  Yeah it's Falconi.  Radio's kaput.
                  We need a body bag and some air
                  freshener.

        As Falconi listens he walks casually to the corner of the
        building.  He glances into the alleyway.


        EXT. ALLEYWAY BESIDE DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Decades of waste form a small mountain.  Falconi picks his
        way through the junk, phone held to his ear.

                              FALCONI
                       (into phone)
                  Yes I am holding.  Try not to be
                  too efficient, okay?

        He gets past the mountain and discovers a VAN, half-buried
        under junk, its windows covered with dust.  Falconi inspects
        the van.  He kicks the tires, they're pressurized.

        Falconi pulls on a glove and rubs dust off one of the doors.
        Under the dust, "U.S. ARMY 367-435-093."  He stares at
        this, puzzled.  He rubs one of the windows and peers inside.
        No good.  He goes round the back, and tries the door handle.
        The door creaks open--

        THE BACK OF THE VAN

        is filled with a dozen metal containers, maybe four feet
        in length, two feet wide and two feet deep.  The doors are
        dented as if they've been pounded by sledgehammers -- from
        inside.  The locks are broken and twisted like pretzels.

                              FALCONI
                       (into phone)
                  Hey, did you enjoy your coffee
                  break?
                       (he listens)
                  Why don't you look around for some
                  paper and a pencil, and I'll tell
                  you where we are.  Take your time,
                  we've got all day.


        INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - TOILET - DAY

        South sighs with relief and zips himself up.  He turns to
        the sink to wash his hands.  The sink is a stained, shitty
        mess littered with blackened tin foil and syringes.  South
        shakes his hands dry instead.  He exits.


        INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - HALLWAY - DAY

        South's just about to exit to hallway when he stops and
        looks back over his shoulder.  He draws his gun and aims
        at another door.

                              SOUTH
                  Come out with your hands up.

        POV - FROM DOORWAY

        South's expression changes from grim determination to
        shocked disbelief in an instant, as we--

        SMASH ZOOM into South's face, his mouth open and screaming.


        EXT. ALLEYWAY BESIDE DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Falconi lowers his phone and looks back, puzzled.


        EXT. DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Falconi scrambles inside.


        INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - HALLWAY - DAY

        Falconi enters, gun drawn and ready.

        His eyes widen in shock.

                              FALCONI
                  Jesus.


        EXT. DERELICT APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

        Cop cars with flashing lights block the street.  COPS and
        CRIME SCENE FORENSICS are everywhere.

        Falconi leans back against the unmarked car, arms folded,
        head bowed.  Detached from the activity.

        Two serious-looking SUITS talk to a cop who points Falconi
        out to them.  They approach Falconi.  He raises his head
        and numbly looks from one guy to the other.

                              TALL SUIT
                  Detective Falconi? We need you to
                  come with us so we can take a
                  statement.

                              FALCONI
                  I already gave a statement.

                              MUSTACHE SUIT
                  We're working on another case that
                  bears similarities to this one.

                              FALCONI
                  You mean your partner got his throat
                  ripped out when you weren't looking?

        Coroners exit the building carrying a black body bag on a
        stretcher.  Falconi watches them load it into their van.

                              TALL SUIT
                  This way please.

        They lead Falconi to a sedan that's parked around the
        corner.  SILENT SUIT stands waiting by the sedan.

                              FALCONI
                  You didn't show me your badge.

                              MUSTACHE SUIT
                  Don't worry about your car, we'll
                  take care of it.

                              FALCONI
                  I didn't ask you about my car.

        Falconi stops -- they grab his arms, push him toward the
        waiting sedan.  Silent Suit opens the back door.

        Falconi braces his foot on Silent Suit's chest and pushes
        backwards, Tall and Mustache lose their grip. Falconi kicks
        them hard in the shins, they hop around rubbing their legs.

        Silent Suit grabs Falconi who twists Silent's wrist, whips
        him around and runs him head-first into the sedan.  Silent
        Suit sinks to his knees, holding his nose.

        Tall Suit swings a haymaker, Falconi ducks and gives him a
        one-two-three in the guts.  Tall Suit doubles over.  Falconi
        delivers an uppercut that puts Tall Suit on the ground.

        Mustache Suit touches a tazer to Falconi's neck.  Falconi
        drops to the ground and twitches.

        Between them, the three Suits bundle Falconi into the back
        seat and slam the door.


        INT. SUIT SEDAN (MOVING) - DAY

        Falconi comes round.  He's in the back with Mustache Suit.
        Silent Suit drives, Tall Suit rides shotgun and watches
        Falconi over his shoulder.

                              FALCONI
                  Where the hell are we going?

                              TALL SUIT
                  You want to find out who killed
                  your partner, don't you?

        Falconi stares out the window.


        INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - DAY

        The sedan comes down a ramp and stops in a quiet corner
        spot.  The Suits get out.  Falconi reluctantly gets out
        after them.

        BORIS, 50s, a dangerous grizzly bear of a man, steps out
        of the shadows.

                              FALCONI
                  I'd like to see some I.D.

        Boris speaks with a distinctive Russian accent--

                              BORIS
                  Relax, Detective Falconi.  You are
                  among friends...

        Boris notices how beat-up his men are looking.

                              BORIS
                  ...despite what you might think.

                              FALCONI
                  What's all this about?

                              BORIS
                  A strange place to do business, a
                  condemned apartment block.

                              FALCONI
                  Not if you're a pimp.  The neighbors
                  don't complain so much.

                              BORIS
                  What brought you and your partner
                  there?

                              FALCONI
                  If you're internal affairs you can
                  go to hell.

                              BORIS
                  I assure you I am not.  Won't you
                  tell me why?

                              FALCONI
                  We leaned on a guy.  He told us
                  where this scumball hangs out.

                              BORIS
                  This "scumball" being...?

                              FALCONI
                  A pimp who runs underage girls.

                              BORIS
                  What did you see and hear when you
                  entered the apartment?

                              FALCONI
                  The place stank like a wino's
                  crotch.  Our guy was D.O.A.  Nobody
                  else was there, just him.

                              BORIS
                  You checked out the building?

        Falconi hesitates...

                              FALCONI
                  We checked out the apartment the
                  pimp was using.

        Boris waits... Falconi grows agitated.

                              FALCONI
                  What?  If you've got something to
                  say, say it.

                              BORIS
                  Your partner went back inside alone?

                              FALCONI
                  That's right.

                              BORIS
                  Isn't that against procedure?

                              FALCONI
                  He had to take a leak.

                              BORIS
                  And when you went inside after
                  him...?

                              FALCONI
                  He was dead.

        Falconi looks away, his expression sour.

                              FALCONI
                  His throat was torn open.  Like
                  some wild animal attacked him.

                              BORIS
                  Is there anything else, Detective
                  Falconi?  Anything else at all?

                              FALCONI
                  I was there in seconds.  Nobody
                  and nothing got past me, on two
                  legs or on four.

                              BORIS
                  Yet something evidently did.

                              FALCONI
                  I checked every room.  Every door
                  and window.  There was no way out.

        Boris waits for more.  Falconi shakes his head.

                              FALCONI
                  That's all I can tell you.

                              BORIS
                  Thank you for your time, Detective.
                  My driver will take you back to
                  your station house.  You'll find
                  your car in the parking lot.

        Silent Suit opens the sedan's back door.

                              FALCONI
                  That's it?  You brought me here
                  for this?

                              BORIS
                  I would appreciate, Detective, if
                  you would refrain from telling
                  anyone about this meeting.

                              FALCONI
                  Up yours.

        Falconi gets in, slamming the door.  Silent Suit U-turns
        the sedan and drives away.  Boris watches them go.


        EXT. STATION HOUSE - DAY

        Falconi watches from the sidewalk as Silent Suit drives
        away.  He turns and goes inside the station house.


        INT. STATION HOUSE - FALCONI'S DESK - DAY

        Falconi types up his report.  Detectives and cops interrupt
        to mutter condolences.  Falconi just nods and gets on with
        his two-fingered typing.

                              DETECTIVE
                  Lieutenant wants to see you.

                              FALCONI
                  His legs stop working?

                              DETECTIVE
                  He's got someone with him.  Looks
                  serious.

                              FALCONI
                  Whoopee doo.

                              DETECTIVE
                  Hey, I'm sorry about South--

                              FALCONI
                  Me too.

                              DETECTIVE
                  What the hell happened?  Someone
                  said the killer got away?

        Falconi exits.  The detective stares after him.


        INT. STATION HOUSE - LT. COLLINS' OFFICE - DAY

        Falconi opens the door without knocking.  LT. COLLINS,
        40s, sits opposite ANDERSON, 30s, a big city suit who fixes
        Falconi with a hawklike stare.

                              LT. COLLINS
                  Falconi, God I'm sorry about South.
                  Sit down.  Before you ask, this
                  isn't an official investigation.
                  We just want to talk to you.

        Falconi sits, and looks at Anderson.

                              ANDERSON
                  I'm not I.A.D. if that's what you're
                  thinking.

                              FALCONI
                  I don't give a damn who you are.

                              LT. COLLINS
                  Take it easy.

                              ANDERSON
                  Your partner's dead and I'm sorry
                  about that, but the circumstances
                  in which he died interest me.

                              FALCONI
                  The circumstances are, I left him
                  alone instead of watching his back
                  like a partner's supposed to.

                              LT. COLLINS
                  Let's concentrate on what happened
                  to South.  Okay?

                              ANDERSON
                  The guy you found in the apartment,
                  this pimp.  Does he have a name?

                              FALCONI
                  Yeah, Franco Storch, A.K.A. Juicy
                  Franco.

        Anderson just waits.

                              FALCONI
                  A snitch told us a couple of fetuses
                  were seen on the street and Juicy
                  Franco was running them.

                              ANDERSON
                  Fetuses?

                              FALCONI
                  Underage girls.  Unhappy home life,
                  usually a divorce, sometimes they've
                  been abused.  Guys like Juicy Franco
                  pick them up as soon as they step
                  off the bus.  He offers them
                  somewhere to stay, feeds them,
                  buys them clothes.  In return they
                  do him favors.

                              ANDERSON
                  What age were the girls?

                              FALCONI
                  The snitch thought they were
                  thirteen, maybe fourteen.

                              LT. COLLINS
                       (to Anderson)
                  A dozen kids got added to the
                  "missing" list this week.  More
                  than five hundred disappear in the
                  city every year, if you're
                  interested in statistics.

                              ANDERSON
                  I have the preliminary medical
                  report on this Juicy Franco.  I
                  want to hear your thoughts.

                              FALCONI
                  My thoughts?  Someone beat the
                  shit to death.  He had bruising
                  all over his torso, from his waist
                  right up to the neck.  Didn't look
                  like he enjoyed it much.

                              ANDERSON
                  You don't sound too bothered about
                  that.

                              FALCONI
                  If it was anyone else then yeah,
                  that would bother me.

                              ANDERSON
                  What about his apartment?

                              FALCONI
                  Empty.  Two single beds, both
                  recently used.

                              ANDERSON
                  Wardrobes, cupboards, places where
                  someone could hide?  Someone small.

                              FALCONI
                  The crime scene guys took pictures.
                  Ask them.

                              ANDERSON
                  You didn't check any of the other
                  apartments.  Why?

                              FALCONI
                  Nobody was supposed to be in the
                  building except Juicy Franco.

                              ANDERSON
                  Did your snitch tell you that too?

                              LT. COLLINS
                  Is this going somewhere?

                              ANDERSON
                  Has anyone else spoken to you about
                  this incident?

                              FALCONI
                  Just you.

                              ANDERSON
                  Your lieutenant's got my number.
                  You remember anything else, you
                  let me know.

        Anderson gets up to go.

                              FALCONI
                  So tell me, Mr. Big Shot, what's
                  your interest in a dead cop and a
                  street pimp?

        Anderson stares hard at Falconi, then exits.

                              LT. COLLINS
                  The Captain called me two minutes
                  before that guy walked in.  Told
                  me to give him whatever he damn
                  well wanted.  I don't know who the
                  hell he is but he carries a big
                  stick.

                              FALCONI
                  I think South's wife lives in
                  Florida.

                              LT. COLLINS
                  Ex-wife.  She's first on my call
                  list.  It's gonna be a long night.

        OUTSIDE LT. COLLINS' OFFICE

        Two suits arrive and show their badges to a detective.
        The detective points them to Lt. Collins' office.

                              LT. COLLINS
                  Looks like I.A.D. decided to show
                  up.  You really don't know what
                  happened?

                              FALCONI
                  I wish to God I did.

        The suits knock on the door.


        EXT. CITY SKYLINE - DAY/NIGHT

        Night creeps over the city.


        INT. FALCONI'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

        Falconi unlocks the door and enters carrying a bag of
        groceries.  He locks and bolts his door.

        KITCHEN

        Falconi shoves the entire bag into the fridge.  He takes
        out a beer bottle and pops the top.

        LIVING ROOM

        Falconi takes off his jacket, slips out of his underarm
        gun rig, throws them over a chair.  He slumps onto the
        couch and switches on the TV.

        Over-enthusiastic cheering from a quiz show audience.  He
        mutes the sound, puts the bottle to his mouth as if about
        to drink... but his hand shakes.

                              FALCONI
                  Jesus...

        He rubs his eyes.

                              FALCONI
                  Jesus...


        EXT. CITY SKYLINE - NIGHT

        Lights blaze, fighting off the darkness.


        INT. FALCONI'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

        No lights on, just the glare of the TV, sound muted.  Soap
        opera, a handsome tuxedo guy and a beautiful lip-gloss
        woman argue.  He grabs her and slaps her.  She loves it
        and melts into her arms.

        Falconi's asleep on the couch, four empty beer bottles on
        the floor.  He stirs in his sleep, dreaming.


        INT. PIMP'S APARTMENT - DAY (FLASHBACK)

        Falconi and South check out the pimp's apartment.  They
        talk to each other but their voices are muted and
        indistinct.  An insect BUZZING closes around Falconi.  He
        slaps his neck as if he's been stung.

        Children's laughter, tinkling yet sinister, plays over the
        scene yet goes unnoticed by Falconi or South.

        BACK TO SCENE

        Falconi wakes up.  He stares dumbly at the TV soap opera.
        CLICK! the TV goes off -- not his doing.  Falconi sits in
        the dark, blinking.  Soft street light comes from the
        window, casting black shadows everywhere.

        That same children's laughter invades his apartment.  It
        seems to come from everywhere.  Realization dawns on
        Falconi.  He not dreaming any more.

        He jumps off the couch and fumbles in the dark for his
        gun.  WHAP!  Something knocks him back onto the couch.  He
        staggers to his feet and WHAP! he's hit again from another
        direction and falls on his face.  The children's laughter
        gets louder.

        Falconi pushes himself up and lurches into the

        KITCHEN

        and runs headlong with the fridge.  Stunned, he stumbles
        to the door but WHAP! something hits him from above and he
        falls again.

        He lies on his face in almost pitch darkness, listening to
        sounds of scraping movement.  The laughter increases in
        volume, coming closer.

        WHAM! the apartment door opens and Donna Maverick empties
        her gun into the darkness in all directions, BLAM! BLAM!
        BLAM!  Inhuman SHRIEKS and HOWLS, then SHATTERING GLASS.
        Light from outside floods through the broken window.

        Donna grabs Falconi and drags him out into the hallway and
        slams the door shut.


        INT. STAIRWAY OUTSIDE FALCONI'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

        Falconi tries to catch his balance and his breath as Donna
        pulls him downstairs fast.  She points her gun upstairs as
        if she expects pursuit.

                              FALCONI
                  What the f--

                              DONNA
                  Shut up if you want to live!

        Donna drags him downstairs to the entrance.


        EXT. STREET OUTSIDE FALCONI'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

        Donna pushes Falconi toward a shiny new sedan, its engine
        is running.

                              DONNA
                  Get in!

        Falconi does as he's told.  Donna slides into driver's
        seat and floors the gas.  The sedan exits in a squeal of
        burning rubber.


        INT. DONNA'S SEDAN (MOVING) - NIGHT

        Falconi looks out the back window at his shrinking apartment
        block.

                              FALCONI
                  Who the hell are you, and what
                  just happened back there?

        No response from Donna.

                              FALCONI
                  Answer me, dammit!

        Donna brings her fist down onto his thigh.  She takes her
        hand away.  Falconi stares in disbelief at the plastic
        syringe stuck in his thigh.

                              FALCONI
                  You--!

        His head slumps back against the headrest and his eyes
        close.

                                                   FADE TO BLACK:

                              DONNA (V.O.)
                  He's waking up.

        FADE IN:

        EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINATION ROOM - NIGHT

        BRIGHT LIGHT, intense and dazzling.

        Falconi blinks and turns his head away from the light.
        He's lying on a table.  Donna looks down at him coldly.

                              DONNA
                  Rise and shine.

                              FALCONI
                  Where the hell am I?

                              DONNA
                  Take a moment to come round, then
                  we'll talk.

                              FALCONI
                  I'm ready to talk now.

        Falconi pushes himself up... gets dizzy and slumps back
        down.

                              FALCONI
                  Hell did you put into me?

                              DONNA
                  How much do you remember?

                              FALCONI
                  I remember you stabbing a needle
                  into my thigh.

        Falconi pushes himself up, angry, but Donna just pushes
        him back down.  He can't resist, he's too weak.

                              DONNA
                  Before that.

        Falconi thinks... memory comes back.  It frightens him.

                              DONNA
                  Before you ask, it wasn't a dream.

        Donna steps back and Boris steps up in her place.  Falconi
        recognizes him.

                              BORIS
                  There are some things we need to
                  show you, Detective Falconi.


        INT. MORTUARY - NIGHT

        Boris nods to a white-coated ATTENDANT who opens a hatch
        and pulls out a drawer.  South lies on the drawer, pale,
        eyes closed.

        Donna watches Falconi's reaction.  Falconi stares at South,
        his face twisted by regret.

                              DONNA
                  Don't blame yourself.  You couldn't
                  have done a thing to save him.

                              FALCONI
                  What the hell do you know?

                              DONNA
                  More than you do, so shut up and
                  listen.  You couldn't have saved
                  him even if you'd been there.

                              BORIS
                  The pimp was clean, no needle marks,
                  no drugs or alcohol in his
                  bloodstream.  Those bruises you
                  saw on his body... they were not
                  bruises.

                              DONNA
                  They were bite marks.

        Falconi has a "Say what?" moment.

        Donna shines a flashlight on South's neck.  The flashlight
        emits blue light and shows a big bruise on the neck.

                              BORIS
                  They killed your partner after
                  they tasted his blood.  He had
                  cancer.  Did you know?

        Falconi, stunned, shakes his head.

                              BORIS
                  You, on the other hand...

                              FALCONI
                  Man, you're not making any sense.

                              DONNA
                  They liked your taste.  They took
                  a nibble and they liked your taste.

        Falconi absently touches his neck--


        INT. PIMP'S APARTMENT - DAY (FLASHBACK)

        Insect BUZZING around Falconi.  He slaps his neck.

        Muted children's laughter...

        BACK TO SCENE:

        Boris nods to the Attendant, who covers South and shoves
        him back into the drawer.

                              DONNA
                  Which explains why you're still
                  alive... and why they came looking
                  for you tonight.

        Donna takes Falconi's arm, pulls him toward the door.

                              DONNA
                  There's more.


        INT. SECURITY CELL WINDOW - NIGHT

        Donna, Boris and Falconi stand in front of a big picture
        window that looks into a security cell.  Inside the cell,
        a BOY (7) sits calmly on a bench facing the window.  He
        stares intently at Falconi.

                              DONNA
                  Let me show you what he's looking
                  at.

        Donna gives Falconi a mirror and directs him to hold it up
        to his face.  She shines her flashlight, the blue light
        reveals bright pink polka dots all over his face.

                              FALCONI
                  What the hell?

        He angles the mirror, turns his face left and right.  Donna
        turns off the flashlight -- the dots vanish.  She turns it
        on again -- the dots reappear.

                              DONNA
                  Reaction to the blood test.  You're
                  a marked man, a kosher food source.

                              FALCONI
                  Who's the kid?

                              DONNA
                  We captured him a couple of nights
                  ago.

                              FALCONI
                  You captured him?

                              DONNA
                  That's what I said.

                              FALCONI
                  Give me a reason not to call child
                  welfare and have you all thrown in
                  jail.

        Donna nods to Boris, who hits a switch.  Powerful blue
        light floods the cell.  The "Boy" is transformed into a
        fanged MONSTER BOY with blazing yellow eyes.

                              DONNA
                  When we found him he was sucking
                  blood from the neck of a 25-year-
                  old woman he attacked in a parking
                  lot.  She died in the ambulance.

        The Monster Boy throws himself at the window.  Falconi
        jumps back in surprise.  Electricity CRACKLES and the
        Monster Boy is thrown back onto the bench, snarling.

        Boris hits the switch again, turning off the blue light.
        The Boy sits innocently on the bench, staring at Falconi.

                              FALCONI
                  You guys are kidding me, right?

        Donna and Boris exchange looks.

                              BORIS
                  Look around.  There is no hidden
                  camera, no canned laughter.

        Falconi shakes his head.

                              FALCONI
                  Come on.  A kid with a rubber mask.
                  Is that the best you can do?

                              DONNA
                  Oh, I think we can go one better.


        INT. ZOMBIE PIT - NIGHT

        A HATCH is wrenched open, revealing a concrete pit filled
        with A DOZEN MEN AND WOMEN, all ages.  They mill around
        and knock into each other.  They look up with dull
        expressions and unintelligent eyes.

        Falconi pulls back in horror.  Donna doesn't even blink.

                              FALCONI
                  What's wrong with them?

                              DONNA
                  The vampires who sucked their blood
                  brought them to the brink of death,
                  but refused to let them die.

                              FALCONI
                  You're one crazy bitch, you know
                  that?

                              DONNA
                  Look down there and tell me this
                  is a big joke.  Why don't you ask
                  them if they're laughing?

        Donna drops the hatch and slides heavy bolts.

                              DONNA
                  They're walking dead.  Or undead,
                  if you prefer the technical term.
                  Check for a pulse, you won't find
                  any.  Try to reason with them,
                  they'll tear you apart.  Undead
                  only answer to one voice, the voice
                  of the bloodsucker who turned them.

                              FALCONI
                  You're telling me that kid--?

                              DONNA
                  That sweet little boy is probably
                  responsible for a couple of the
                  poor bastards down there.  It's
                  time to wake up and smell the
                  daisies, Detective Falconi.  Your
                  partner's dead because they didn't
                  like the taste of his cancerous
                  blood.  They liked yours so much
                  they marked you as convenience
                  food.

        Falconi touches his face...

        Donna opens the door, jerks her head, come on.


        INT. OPERATIONS ROOM - NIGHT

        Donna, Falconi and Boris stare at a map of the city that
        covers one wall.  Red, blue and purple markers are dotted
        across the map in roughly equal numbers, with dozens
        clustered near the center.

                              BORIS
                  Each marker represents an attack
                  that took place within the last
                  three days.

                              DONNA
                  Reds are feeding kills, like your
                  pimp.  Blues are rejection kills,
                  like your partner, victims were
                  not drained.  The purples are--

                              FALCONI
                  Undead?

                              DONNA
                  Catching on fast.  Most were
                  terminated.  Some we captured, so
                  we could examine them.  Not much
                  to examine.  Like I said, they
                  can't be reasoned with.  They don't
                  have minds any more.

                              FALCONI
                  Why three days?

        Donna and Boris exchange glances.  Falconi doesn't notice,
        he's too busy looking at the map.

                              BORIS
                  It is only a snapshot of recent
                  activity.  This has been going on
                  much longer than three days.

                              DONNA
                  If you have any questions, feel
                  free to ask.

                              FALCONI
                  You guys are what, cops?

                              BORIS
                  A special team recruited from
                  various security and military
                  services.  We have local contacts
                  and can draw upon additional
                  resources as needed.

                              FALCONI
                  You're in charge?

                              BORIS
                  My name is Boris Alexandrovich
                  Kalashnikova.  As my name suggests,
                  I'm Russian.  I am in charge of
                  this team because of my experiences.

                              FALCONI
                  What experiences?

                              BORIS
                  Perhaps later.  We do not have a
                  lot of time to spare.

                              FALCONI
                  If you have local contacts then
                  what do you need me for?

                              BORIS
                  The more people learn of us, the
                  more risk there is of exposure.
                  Panic would sweep the city.  It
                  would be impossible for us to
                  operate.  Besides which.  Ordinary
                  police, even SWAT units, are not
                  prepared for what they may
                  encounter.  As we have discovered,
                  to our cost.

        Donna looks away.  Perhaps remembering the Rookie.

                              FALCONI
                  Why are you telling me this?

                              BORIS
                  I think you already know.

        Falconi figures it out.

                              FALCONI
                  I'm a cop, not a... whatever it is
                  you guys are.

                              BORIS
                  Those responsible for killing your
                  partner are still out there.  Are
                  you willing to let them go free,
                  so they can kill others?

        Boris taps the map, indicating the center cluster.

                              BORIS
                  Or would you prefer to assist us
                  in stopping this... this
                  infestation?

        Falconi stares at the map, thinking about it.

                              DONNA
                  Don't count your chickens.  First
                  you have to pass the tests.

        Falconi gives her a look.  Tests?


        INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT

        MAGGIE, a white lab coat with humorless eyes, faces Falconi
        across a table.  They each have a laptop.

        Donna leans against the wall, arms folded, watching Falconi.

        Maggie's laptop says, "Assessment Test #1, hit any key to
        begin."  Falconi's laptop says "Stand by."

                              MAGGIE
                  This is a logic test.  The questions
                  are multiple choice.  For example,
                  if the question is "What color is
                  a banana?" and "yellow" is option
                  number three, you would select
                  three.

                              FALCONI
                  Why?

                              MAGGIE
                  Because a banana is yellow.

                              FALCONI
                  Got it.  Can't you just ask me
                  questions?  You're sitting right
                  there.

                              DONNA
                  Do computers frighten you?

                              FALCONI
                  Nothing frightens me.  Except maybe
                  Cagney and Lacey.

                              DONNA
                  Cagney and Lacey?

                              FALCONI
                  They actually issued those nutjob
                  women with guns.  That was scary.

                              MAGGIE
                  Are you ready, Detective Falconi?

                              FALCONI
                  No.

        Donna nods to Maggie who taps a key.  Her laptop says,
        "Question 1."

        Falconi reads his laptop display and frowns.

                              MAGGIE
                  Just think about it for a moment,
                  then choose your answer.

                              FALCONI
                  I am thinking about it.

        BEEP.  Falconi's laptop says, "Timed out."

                              FALCONI
                  Hey...

                              MAGGIE
                  Each question has a time limit.

                              FALCONI
                  You should have told me.

                              DONNA
                  The first five don't count towards
                  your overall score.  They're just
                  to get you in the mood.

                              FALCONI
                  "In the mood"?

                              MAGGIE
                  Please answer the next question.

        BEEP.  Falconi's laptop says, "Timed out."

                              FALCONI
                  This is crazy.

        Donna peeks at Maggie's laptop.

                              DONNA
                  Okay, Question 3, you're looking
                  at a triangle, a square, a pentagon
                  and a circle.  The question is,
                  "Which is the odd one out?"

                              FALCONI
                  The triangle's blue, the square's
                  green, the pentagon's yellow and
                  the circle's red.  You might as
                  well ask me what's my favorite
                  color.

                              DONNA
                  Three of them are made up of
                  straight lines.  One of them isn't.

        BEEP.  Falconi's laptop says, "Timed out."

                              FALCONI
                  You have got to be kidding me.

        Donna signals to Maggie who taps a key.  Her laptop says,
        "Pause test."

                              DONNA
                  Out of curiosity, Detective, what
                  would your answer have been if it
                  hadn't timed out?

                              FALCONI
                  The circle.

                              DONNA
                  Because it's not a straight line?

                              FALCONI
                  My favorite color's red.

                              DONNA
                  You're not taking this seriously.

                              FALCONI
                  It's been a tough day.

                              DONNA
                  It's not over yet.

        Donna opens the door, jerks her head, come on.  Falconi
        follows her out.  He smiles at Maggie on the way.  Maggie
        doesn't smile back.


        INT. SHOOTING RANGE - NIGHT

        Donna and Falconi step up to a firing booth and put on
        earmuffs (noise reducers).  Donna draws her gun and pulls
        back the slide.

        THE TARGET is a man-shape with rings painted over his heart.

        Donna snaps up her gun.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

        The bullets are so close together in the center of the
        inner ring that they form a single ragged hole.

        Donna steps back and gestures for Falconi to step up.  She
        gives him the gun.  He takes aim.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

        The target is same as before, only Donna's bullet holes
        are visible.  No sign of Falconi's holes.

        Donna slips her earmuffs around her neck.  Falconi does
        the same.

                              DONNA
                  You're going to tell me you fired
                  through the same hole, aren't you?

        Falconi is genuinely puzzled.

                              FALCONI
                  Where else did you want me to put
                  them?

        Donna moves to the booth next door.  Falconi follows.

        THE NEW TARGET is virgin, untouched.

                              DONNA
                  Show me what you got.

        They put on their earmuffs.  Falconi takes aim.  BLAM!
        BLAM! BLAM!  He lowers the gun and looks at Donna.

        Donna stares at the new target, expressionless.

        Three holes dead center, blending together.


        INT. ELEVATOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT

        Elevator doors open, Donna exits and marches along the
        corridor.  Falconi hurries to keep up with her.

                              DONNA
                  Okay, you're at the monkey end of
                  the brains ladder but you're good
                  with a gun which is probably more
                  important.  And, you're single and
                  unattached, no living dependents.

        Falconi looks at her, bewildered.

                              DONNA
                  Those computers you're afraid of?
                  They know everything about you.
                  Three years in the Marine Corps,
                  two and a half years on street
                  patrol before you made detective.

                              FALCONI
                  I don't like being spied on.

                              DONNA
                  Last August your girlfriend ditched
                  you for a lawyer with a nicer
                  apartment and a bigger car.  You
                  dumped a plant pot on the lawyer's
                  car, but he didn't press charges.

                              FALCONI
                  I knew I should have slashed his
                  tires.

                              DONNA
                  They split up soon after.  Did you
                  know about that?

                              FALCONI
                  No.

                              DONNA
                  Sure you didn't.  You sat outside
                  her apartment all week, hoping
                  she'd come back.  Cops checked
                  your plates.  They thought you
                  were on a stake-out and left you
                  alone.

                              FALCONI
                  Is this how you get your kicks?
                  Snooping into people's lives?

        Donna stops at a door and opens it.

                              DONNA
                  Like I said.  Single and unattached.
                  No living dependents.  And you can
                  shoot a gun.  That's all I care
                  about.

                                                   01/07
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