A massive, cavernous courtroom stretches endlessly in all
directions. The floor is molten rock, glowing with fiery
veins that pulse like a heartbeat. Spires of blackened stone
reach up to a sky swirling with fire and smoke. The air is
heavy with ash, and the sound of distant, tormented screams
echoes faintly.
At the center of the room is a grotesque throne carved from
bones, adorned with spikes and glowing runes. LUCIFER
(ageless, imposing, exuding a terrifying aura of elegance)
lounges lazily, one leg crossed over the other, swirling a
goblet of something dark and viscous.
Before him, standing on a jagged obsidian platform, are
MISCHIEF and MAYHEM.
* MISCHIEF: A striking, dangerously beautiful demon. Her
fiery red hair cascades over her shoulders like living
flames, her sharp black eyes brimming with defiance. Her
crimson lips curl into a smirk as she adjusts her leather
jacket, radiating rebellious energy.
* MAYHEM: A towering figure of muscle and menace. His jet-
black hair is disheveled, his eyes glinting like shards of
obsidian. Despite his brute strength, his smirk reveals a
playful arrogance. His body is adorned with faint scars that
seem to glow faintly in the fiery light.
The two stand shackled in chains made of black fire, their
expressions equally unimpressed.
LUCIFER
(leaning forward, voice
smooth but laced with
menace)
Mischief... Mayhem... my favorite
disappointments.
MISCHIEF rolls her eyes, earning a growl from a DEMON JUDGE
perched nearby—a skeletal figure in tattered robes with
glowing red eyes.
MISCHIEF
(mocking)
Aw, did you miss us, boss?
LUCIFER
(snarling, slamming the
goblet onto the armrest)
Silence! You’ve failed me for the
last time.
Lucifer gestures, and an enormous flaming screen materializes
behind him, displaying a montage of MISCHIEF and MAYHEM’S
greatest failures:
* Mischief seducing a corrupt politician, only for him to
repent on live TV.
* Mayhem challenging a mortal boxer to a fight and being
knocked out cold.
* Both of them accidentally summoning a rainstorm during a
hellfire ritual, extinguishing a town’s corruption entirely.
LUCIFER (CONT'D)
You were supposed to be my finest
agents of chaos. Instead, you’re...
entertainment.
MISCHIEF snickers, nudging MAYHEM.
MISCHIEF
Hey, at least we’re funny.
MAYHEM shrugs.
MAYHEM
She’s got a point.
Lucifer rises from his throne, his shadow growing impossibly
tall, engulfing the platform.
LUCIFER
(snarling)
Enough! If you can’t corrupt humans
from here, perhaps you’ll learn by
living among them.
The DEMON JUDGE slams a fiery gavel. The sound reverberates
through the chamber as the platform beneath Mischief and
Mayhem crumbles. They plummet into an abyss, their screams
echoing as fire and darkness engulf them.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Horror","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Stranded in Suburbia
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
A fiery portal tears open in the middle of a quiet suburban
street. The night is stormy, with rain pelting down in
sheets. Out of the portal tumble two teenage bodies: a
glamorous cheerleader and a shirtless quarterback.
* TEENAGE MISCHIEF: Now a high school stunner with perfectly
styled hair, tight jeans, and an annoyed expression. She
dusts herself off, cursing under her breath.
* TEENAGE MAYHEM: A towering, athletic teen with abs for days
and a cocky grin. He flexes his arms, admiring his new
physique.
MISCHIEF
(glaring at Mayhem)
Seriously? THIS is the body you
picked?
MAYHEM
(grinning)
What? I like being tall.
Mischief surveys her new form, noticing her rain-soaked hair
clinging to her face.
MISCHIEF
Ugh. I’m wet.
MAYHEM
(snarky)
Welcome to the mortal plane,
princess.
Behind them, the portal snaps shut with a loud clap of
thunder. The storm intensifies as Mischief and Mayhem stand
in the middle of the empty street, silhouetted by a
flickering streetlamp.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
I already hate it here.
MAYHEM
(smirking)
Well, get used to it. We’re stuck.
They exchange glares as the rain continues to pour.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Welcome to Woodland High
INT. SUBURBAN HIGH SCHOOL - MORNING
The fluorescent-lit hallway is bustling with teenagers.
Lockers slam shut, laughter and chatter fill the air, and a
few students rush to avoid the late bell. Mischief and Mayhem
stand at the entrance, scanning the chaos with thinly veiled
disdain.
Mischief adjusts her leather jacket, her sharp eyes narrowing
as she sizes up her surroundings. Mayhem leans against the
doorway, arms crossed, his smirk firmly in place.
MISCHIEF
(sarcastic)
Ah, yes. The pinnacle of human
civilization. Hormonal chaos
wrapped in bad haircuts.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
Looks like my kind of crowd.
A bubbly, overly enthusiastic ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT
approaches, holding clipboards and wearing a painfully bright
smile.
* MRS. BUTTERLY: Mid-40s, sweet to the point of saccharine,
dressed in a floral blouse.
MRS. BUTTERLY
(cheerfully)
Welcome, you must be the new
siblings! So exciting to have you
join the Woodland High Wolf Pack!
Mischief and Mayhem exchange a brief, horrified glance.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
We’re thrilled.
MRS. BUTTERLY
(giggling)
Aren’t you two just the cutest? I
swear, you look like models.
Mayhem leans in, flashing a confident grin.
MAYHEM
Well, I can’t help how I’m built.
Mischief elbows him sharply, making him stumble.
MISCHIEF
(through gritted teeth)
We’re supposed to blend in, genius.
Mrs. Butterly ushers them down the hall. Students whisper and
stare as Mischief and Mayhem pass, their striking looks and
out-of-place confidence making them stand out immediately.
MRS. BUTTERLY
Your schedules are all set! And
don’t worry about a thing—if you
need help, just ask Principal
Hargrove. He’s such a dear.
She hands them their schedules and hurries off. Mischief
looks at her list of classes with an expression of pure
disgust.
MISCHIEF
(holding up the schedule)
"Home Economics"? What kind of
torture chamber is this?
MAYHEM
(grinning)
I got PE. Maybe this human gig
won’t be so bad.
As they round the corner, a group of cheerleaders, led by the
school’s queen bee TIFFANY (17, blonde, confident, and
ruthless), block their path.
TIFFANY
(fake smile)
Oh, new meat. How cute.
Tiffany eyes Mischief, sizing her up, then smirks
condescendingly.
TIFFANY (CONT'D)
Let me guess—you’re gonna try out
for cheer, right? Sorry, sweetie,
but we don’t really need... extras.
Mischief steps closer, her smile cold and predatory.
MISCHIEF
(softly)
Oh, honey, I don’t try.
Tiffany’s confidence wavers slightly under Mischief’s intense
gaze. Meanwhile, Mayhem is distracted by a group of football
players roughhousing nearby. One of them, BRYCE (17, cocky,
the star quarterback), notices Mayhem and saunters over.
BRYCE
(snickering)
Who’s this guy? Never seen you
before.
MAYHEM
(mock casual)
I’m the guy who’s about to take
your spot.
The hallway falls silent. Bryce stares at Mayhem, stunned,
before laughing incredulously.
BRYCE
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Mischief pulls Mayhem aside, glaring at him.
MISCHIEF
(hissing)
Stop picking fights! We’re supposed
to corrupt them, not declare war on
them!
MAYHEM
(shrugging)
What’s the difference?
A bell rings, and the students scatter. Mischief and Mayhem
glance at their schedules again and sigh.
MISCHIEF
(muttering)
I already hate this place.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
You’re just mad you’re not the
center of attention for once.
Mischief flips him off as they part ways, each heading to
their first class.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Comedy","Fantasy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
Baking with a Side of Sarcasm
CUT TO: INT. HOME ECONOMICS CLASSROOM - DAY
Mischief sits at a table, staring in disbelief at a recipe
sheet. The room is bright and cheerful, with posters of
smiling fruits and vegetables plastered on the walls.
A teacher with an overly perky demeanor, MRS. BLOOM (50s,
kind but clueless), addresses the class.
MRS. BLOOM
Welcome, everyone! Today we’re
making banana bread—because baking
is love, and love is what the world
needs more of!
Mischief rolls her eyes and leans toward her lab partner,
CASSIE (16, goth, sharp-witted, and skeptical of everything).
MISCHIEF
(whispering)
If this is what passes for love, it
explains why humans are so
miserable.
Cassie smirks, intrigued.
CASSIE
And you are...?
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
New. And already regretting it.
Cassie chuckles and hands Mischief an apron.
CASSIE
Stick with me, newbie. This class
is a joke, but the snacks are worth
it.
Mischief watches Cassie with growing curiosity, sensing a
potential recruit—or rival.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Dodgeball Domination
INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY
The gym is alive with the sounds of sneakers squeaking,
basketballs bouncing, and whistles blowing. Rows of lockers
line one side of the room, and a rack of gleaming sports
equipment stands near the bleachers. The walls are decorated
with championship banners and motivational posters like
"TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK!"
MAYHEM saunters in, radiating confidence. He wears a slightly-
too-small gym uniform, his muscular frame practically
bursting through the seams. He looks around, sizing up the
competition.
The GYM COACH, a grizzled, no-nonsense man in his 50s with a
whistle permanently around his neck, steps forward. His name
tag reads COACH DAVIS.
COACH DAVIS
(booming)
Alright, listen up! Today’s
dodgeball day. I wanna see speed,
strength, and strategy. No cryin’,
no quittin’, and definitely no
whining.
MAYHEM’s face lights up at the word dodgeball. He cracks his
knuckles, relishing the chance to dominate.
MAYHEM
(muttering to himself)
Finally, a game that makes sense.
A lanky, nervous boy with glasses, KEVIN (15, perpetually
awkward), sidles up to Mayhem.
KEVIN
Hey, new guy. You, uh, you might
wanna take it easy. Coach takes
dodgeball really seriously.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
Oh, don’t worry. I love serious.
The whistle blows, and the class splits into two teams.
Mayhem positions himself dead center on the front line,
rolling his shoulders like a predator ready to pounce. On the
opposing team, BRYCE (the quarterback from earlier) takes a
similar stance, smirking at Mayhem.
BRYCE
(mocking)
Let’s see what you’ve got, rookie.
The gym erupts into chaos as balls fly through the air.
Mayhem’s reflexes are otherworldly; he dodges with effortless
agility, snatching balls mid-flight and hurling them with
pinpoint accuracy.
One by one, students from the opposing team are eliminated,
their faces a mix of awe and terror. Mayhem’s throws are so
powerful that one ball knocks a kid’s glasses clean off.
COACH DAVIS
(shouting, impressed)
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!
BRYCE, the last player standing, grips a dodgeball, his
knuckles white. He stares Mayhem down, determination blazing
in his eyes.
BRYCE
(gritting his teeth)
Let’s settle this.
Mayhem grins, picking up two dodgeballs at once.
MAYHEM
(taunting)
Hope you’ve got good reflexes,
golden boy.
The showdown is intense. Bryce throws first, a curveball
aimed at Mayhem’s chest. Mayhem leaps into the air, twisting
mid-flight as the ball whizzes beneath him.
He lands and, in one fluid motion, launches both dodgeballs.
The first clips Bryce’s shoulder, spinning him around. The
second hits him square in the chest, sending him sprawling to
the ground.
The gym falls silent. Mayhem stands tall, arms crossed, a
smug grin on his face.
COACH DAVIS
(laughing)
Well, look who just earned himself
a spot on the team.
Bryce picks himself up, his pride visibly bruised. He glares
at Mayhem, then storms off, muttering under his breath.
KEVIN
(awed, to Mayhem)
Dude, that was insane. Are you,
like, some kind of dodgeball
prodigy?
MAYHEM
(half-joking)
Something like that.
As the class files out, Coach Davis claps Mayhem on the back.
COACH DAVIS
Listen, kid, you’ve got raw talent.
We could use a guy like you on the
football field. Tryouts are this
Friday. Don’t disappoint me.
Mayhem nods, intrigued by the idea. As the gym empties, he
looks out the window, spotting Mischief in the courtyard
below, clearly in the middle of a power struggle with
Tiffany. He smirks.
MAYHEM
(to himself)
She’s not gonna like this.
He grabs his backpack and heads out, his confidence riding
high.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Comedy","Fantasy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
Dusk at the Park
EXT. PARK - DUSK
The sun sets over a small, quiet park, casting long shadows
across the playground and picnic tables. MISCHIEF and MAYHEM
sit on the swings, both looking out of place amidst the
ordinary suburban serenity.
Mischief, still wearing her leather jacket, kicks at the
ground lazily, her face twisted in annoyance. Mayhem leans
back on his swing, hands gripping the chains, a satisfied
grin on his face.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
This place is worse than I thought.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
Speak for yourself. I got asked to
join the football team.
Mischief glares at him, her swing creaking as she twists
slightly toward him.
MISCHIEF
(sarcastic)
Wow, what a monumental achievement.
From prince of darkness to high
school jock. Truly inspiring.
MAYHEM
(mocking)
And what about you, Miss Homecoming
Queen? How’s the cheer squad drama
treating you?
MISCHIEF
(seething)
That blonde twig Tiffany tried to
humiliate me. She doesn’t know who
she’s dealing with.
Mayhem laughs, kicking off the ground to swing higher.
MAYHEM
Relax, “Mischief.” She’ll be
groveling by the end of the week.
Mischief stops swinging, fixing him with a deadly look.
MISCHIEF
(lowering her voice)
You need to stop calling me that.
MAYHEM
(smirking)
Why? It’s your name.
MISCHIEF
(frustrated)
It’s not exactly subtle. "Mischief"
and "Mayhem" scream "we’re demons."
You think humans are too stupid to
figure that out?
Mayhem shrugs, clearly unbothered.
MAYHEM
Honestly, yeah.
Mischief stands abruptly, pacing in front of the swings, her
boots crunching against the gravel.
MISCHIEF
(gesturing)
We need human names. Something
boring, something forgettable.
Blending in is rule number one if
we’re going to pull this off.
Mayhem hops off his swing, landing with an exaggerated
flourish.
MAYHEM
Alright, fine. You wanna play
human? Let’s hear it. What do you
wanna be called?
Mischief crosses her arms, thinking. Her eyes dart to a faded
poster on a nearby telephone pole advertising a missing dog
named “Sadie.”
MISCHIEF
(smiling slightly)
Sadie.
MAYHEM
(laughing)
Sadie? You don’t look like a Sadie.
MISCHIEF
(snarling)
You want me to call myself Tiffany?
Mayhem raises his hands in mock surrender.
MAYHEM
Alright, Sadie it is. Sadie what?
Mischief looks around again, spotting a car parked nearby
with “Jones Plumbing” written on the side.
MISCHIEF
Jones. Sadie Jones.
Mayhem rolls his eyes, then gestures to himself.
MAYHEM
Okay, if you’re Sadie Jones, I’m...
He spots a water fountain in the distance with the brand name
“Coleman” stamped on its base.
MAYHEM (CONT'D)
(grinning)
Cole. Cole... uh...
He looks up at the park’s sign, which reads, “Welcome to
Parkview.”
MAYHEM (CONT'D)
Cole Park.
Mischief stares at him, unimpressed.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
That’s the best you could come up
with?
MAYHEM
(defensively)
What? It’s solid.
Mischief rolls her eyes and sits back on her swing, clearly
still annoyed.
MISCHIEF
Fine. Sadie Jones and Cole Park.
Happy?
MAYHEM
(smirking)
Ecstatic.
They sit in silence for a moment, the sounds of the
park—distant laughter, chirping crickets—filling the air.
Mischief stares up at the darkening sky, her expression
softening.
MISCHIEF
(quietly)
Do you think he’s watching us?
Mayhem’s grin falters slightly. He doesn’t answer
immediately, instead kicking at the gravel.
MAYHEM
(soberly)
Lucifer? Probably.
Mischief exhales sharply, as if trying to shake off a bad
thought.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
Good. Let him see how much better
we are than he thinks.
Mayhem smirks again, his confidence returning.
MAYHEM
That’s the spirit, Sadie.
She glares at him.
MISCHIEF
Don’t push it.
They both chuckle, a rare moment of camaraderie between them.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
New Kids on the Block
CUT TO: INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - MORNING
A large banner reading WELCOME TO SPIRIT WEEK! hangs overhead
as students shuffle to their lockers. Mischief and Mayhem
walk in together, seamlessly blending into the crowd—or so
they think.
STUDENT (O.S.)
(whispering)
Aren’t those the new kids?
OTHER STUDENT (O.S.)
Yeah. What kind of names are Sadie
and Cole?
Mischief rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath.
MISCHIEF
It’s already starting.
Mayhem smirks, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
MAYHEM
Relax, Sadie. We’ve got this.
MISCHIEF
(under her breath)
Take your arm off me before I break
it.
They stride into the fray, determined but already attracting
attention.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
Cafeteria Chaos
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA - LUNCHTIME
The cafeteria is a bustling hub of chaos. Students jostle for
seats, trays clatter, and the air is thick with the smell of
mystery meat. Mischief (Sadie) and Mayhem (Cole) stand in
line, surveying the room like predators in a jungle.
MISCHIEF
(eyeing the food with
disdain)
What is this? Slop for pigs?
MAYHEM
(grinning)
Slop for humans. Big difference.
A lunch lady slaps a heaping spoonful of grayish mush onto
their trays. Mischief recoils, her face twisted in disgust.
MISCHIEF
(muttering)
This has to be one of the circles
of Hell.
They move toward the seating area, trays in hand. Cole spots
the jocks’ table and immediately makes a beeline for it.
Mischief grabs his arm, stopping him.
MISCHIEF (CONT'D)
What do you think you’re doing?
MAYHEM
(innocently)
Sitting with my people.
MISCHIEF
(snarling)
We don’t have people, remember?
We’re supposed to stay under the
radar, not turn this place into our
personal coliseum.
Cole shrugs her off, walking confidently toward the table.
The jocks look up as he approaches. Bryce, the quarterback,
narrows his eyes.
BRYCE
(sarcastic)
Oh, look. It’s the dodgeball
prodigy.
Cole plops down at the head of the table, his tray
clattering. He leans back, grinning.
MAYHEM
Miss me, Bryce?
The table erupts in awkward laughter. Bryce glares at him,
but before he can respond, one of the other jocks, JASON (16,
easygoing but not too bright), speaks up.
JASON
Dude, you’ve gotta try out for the
team. That throw? Legendary.
Bryce bristles, but Cole basks in the praise, leaning forward
with mock humility.
MAYHEM
I mean, I guess I could join... if
you’re desperate.
Bryce slams his tray down, rising from his seat.
BRYCE
Tryouts are Friday. Let’s see if
you can actually back up that
mouth.
Cole grins, unfazed.
MAYHEM
Looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, Mischief watches the exchange from afar, shaking
her head in exasperation. She sets her tray down at an empty
table, only to be joined by CASSIE, the goth girl from Home
Economics.
CASSIE
(sitting)
So, what’s his deal?
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
He doesn’t have one.
Cassie smirks, pulling a juice box from her bag.
CASSIE
You guys aren’t really siblings,
are you?
Mischief freezes for a split second before regaining her
composure.
MISCHIEF
Why would you think that?
CASSIE
You don’t look alike. And you don’t
act like siblings.
Mischief leans in, her tone sharp.
MISCHIEF
What do siblings act like?
Cassie shrugs, unfazed by Mischief’s intensity.
CASSIE
Not like you two.
Before Mischief can respond, a loud crash interrupts them.
Across the cafeteria, Cole is standing on the table, holding
a carton of milk triumphantly. Bryce is on the floor, covered
in mashed potatoes.
MISCHIEF
(muttering, burying her
face in her hands)
I’m going to kill him.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
Divided Paths
EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - AFTERNOON
The school day is over, and students mill about, heading to
buses or lingering in small groups. Mischief and Cole stand
by a bike rack, Mischief pacing angrily while Cole leans
casually against a pole.
MISCHIEF
(seething)
What part of "blend in" don’t you
understand?
MAYHEM
(grinning)
I am blending in. I’m making
friends.
MISCHIEF
(gesturing wildly)
Making enemies isn’t the same thing
as making friends!
Cole shrugs, clearly unbothered.
MAYHEM
They’ll come around. Humans like
confidence.
Mischief glares at him, her eyes narrowing.
MISCHIEF
Humans like stability. You, on the
other hand, are a walking disaster.
Cassie approaches, her backpack slung over one shoulder.
CASSIE
(to Mischief)
You heading home?
Mischief glances at Cole, then back at Cassie.
MISCHIEF
(sighing)
Yeah.
CASSIE
Cool. My ride bailed. Mind if I
walk with you?
Mischief hesitates, not used to people wanting to spend time
with her. Cole smirks, clearly amused.
MAYHEM
(under his breath)
Looks like someone’s making friends
after all.
Mischief elbows him sharply as she and Cassie start walking,
leaving Cole behind. He watches them go, his grin fading
slightly as he’s left alone.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
A Dark Mission
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
The street is eerily quiet, bathed in the pale light of
flickering streetlamps. Mischief and Mayhem walk side by
side, their bickering from earlier replaced by a tense
silence. Mischief’s leather jacket flutters slightly in the
breeze, while Mayhem absentmindedly tosses a small rock into
the air.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
This place is so dull it’s
physically painful.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
You say that like it’s a bad thing.
No fire, no brimstone—just endless
bad food and boring people. It’s
paradise.
Suddenly, the streetlights flicker violently, and a chilling
wind sweeps through the air. Mischief and Mayhem stop in
their tracks, their senses on high alert.
MISCHIEF
(quietly, tense)
Do you feel that?
The air grows heavier, oppressive. A man steps out of the
shadows, his polished shoes clicking on the pavement. He’s
tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit with a
crimson tie, his dark hair slicked back.
His face is impossibly handsome, but his eyes—piercing and
unnatural—glow faintly red.
This is SATAN, in human form.
SATAN
(smiling)
Ah, my favorite failures.
Mischief and Mayhem immediately tense, exchanging uneasy
glances.
MISCHIEF
(snarling)
Satan. What brings you to the land
of mediocre coffee and overpriced
housing?
SATAN
(chuckling)
Oh, Mischief, always so...
spirited. I’m here because you two
seem to be wasting your time
playing high school games.
MAYHEM
(mocking)
Hey, dodgeball is serious business.
Satan’s smile falters, his gaze turning icy. The wind picks
up, swirling debris around them.
SATAN
(voice cold)
This isn’t a joke.
The wind dies abruptly, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.
Mischief and Mayhem exchange wary glances.
MISCHIEF
(sighing)
Fine. What’s the big deal?
Satan steps closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper,
though it carries a weight that makes the air around them
feel stifling.
SATAN
There’s a mortal in your school.
Bryce Carter. Quarterback. Poster
boy for American ambition.
Mischief raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
MISCHIEF
The meathead? What about him?
Satan’s lips curl into a sly smile.
SATAN
He’s destined to become the future
President of the United States.
Mayhem snorts, clearly skeptical.
MAYHEM
That guy? The one I flattened in
dodgeball?
SATAN
(serious)
Yes. And his soul is... important.
Satan circles them slowly, his polished shoes clicking
ominously on the pavement.
SATAN (CONT'D)
He will one day hold the fate of
millions in his hands. If he
remains untarnished, he could
become a force for good. A beacon
of hope.
He stops, turning to face them, his eyes glowing brighter.
SATAN (CONT'D)
We can’t have that.
Mischief leans against a nearby lamppost, feigning boredom.
MISCHIEF
So, what? You want us to corrupt
him? Turn him into a mini-dictator?
SATAN
(smirking)
Precisely. His soul needs to be
ours, no matter the cost.
Mayhem folds his arms, his cocky grin returning.
MAYHEM
Sounds simple enough.
Satan steps closer to him, his smile turning dangerous.
SATAN
Oh, it won’t be. Bryce has a rare
resilience, a natural resistance to
temptation. That’s why you two were
assigned. You’re... creative.
Mischief straightens, glaring at Satan.
MISCHIEF
If this is so important, why not
send someone else?
SATAN
(biting)
Because no one else has failed as
spectacularly as you. Consider this
your redemption—or your final
failure.
The wind picks up again as Satan begins to fade into the
shadows. His voice lingers, low and menacing.
SATAN (CONT'D)
Do not disappoint me.
He vanishes, leaving the street eerily still. Mischief and
Mayhem stand in silence for a moment before Mayhem breaks it
with a whistle.
MAYHEM
(smirking)
Well, this just got interesting.
MISCHIEF
(flatly)
Interesting isn’t the word I’d use.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
Come on, how hard can it be? He’s
just a kid.
Mischief glares at him, already calculating the challenge
ahead.
MISCHIEF
Yeah, a kid with “resilience.” And
we’ve got to work together to break
him. This is going to suck.
They start walking again, their expressions shifting between
determination and dread.
MISCHIEF (CONT'D)
(under her breath)
I’m not letting you screw this up.
MAYHEM
(teasing)
Who says I’m not letting you screw
this up?
They continue bickering as they disappear down the street,
their mission looming over them like a dark cloud.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
Sibling Rivalry: The Corruption Competition
INT. THEIR SHARED HOUSE - NIGHT
The creepy suburban house is deceptively ordinary on the
outside, but inside, it’s a chaotic mix of human living and
lingering traces of their infernal nature. Shadows flicker
unnaturally, the walls occasionally whisper in a demonic
language, and their living room is cluttered with mismatched
furniture and remnants of their half-hearted attempts at
“blending in.”
Mischief sits cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a
high school yearbook. A small notebook rests on the coffee
table, filled with scribbled notes and plans.
Mayhem lounges in a recliner, feet propped up on the armrest,
tossing a football into the air. He looks completely
uninterested in the task at hand.
MISCHIEF
(squinting at the
yearbook)
“Bryce Carter. Team captain. Most
likely to succeed.” Ugh, he’s such
a cliché.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
And he’s also the perfect target.
Come on, how hard can it be to
corrupt a quarterback?
Mischief slams the yearbook shut and glares at him.
MISCHIEF
This isn’t about shoving him into a
locker, Mayhem. We’re talking long-
term. We need to plant seeds.
Create doubts. Break him down from
the inside out.
Mayhem sits up, mockingly serious.
MAYHEM
Oh, I get it. You want to play the
long con. Slowly poison his morals
until he’s begging to sell his
soul.
MISCHIEF
(rolling her eyes)
Exactly.
Mayhem throws the football across the room. It ricochets off
the wall and lands on the coffee table, knocking over
Mischief’s notebook. She scowls as she picks it up.
MAYHEM
Or... we could just push him. Tempt
him with something he can’t resist.
Fame, power, revenge—whatever makes
him tick.
MISCHIEF
(annoyed)
And how do you plan to figure out
what makes him tick?
Mayhem smirks, leaning back in his chair.
MAYHEM
Simple. I’ll get close to him. Join
the team, become his best bud, and
then... bam. Corruption complete.
Mischief laughs bitterly.
MISCHIEF
You? Subtle? Please. You’ll blow it
in five seconds.
Mayhem shrugs, unfazed.
MAYHEM
Fine. What’s your genius plan,
then?
Mischief leans forward, her eyes gleaming with malicious
intent.
MISCHIEF
I’m going to infiltrate his
personal life. Get in his head.
(MORE)
MISCHIEF (CONT'D)
If he has insecurities, I’ll find
them. If he has a weakness, I’ll
exploit it.
Mayhem snorts.
MAYHEM
So you’re stalking him. Got it.
Mischief glares at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
MISCHIEF
Yes, because your plan of “bro
down” is so much better.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a low growl rumbles through
the house. The shadows on the walls twist unnaturally,
forming jagged, claw-like shapes. Mischief and Mayhem freeze.
The voice of their infernal house manifests—deep, gravelly,
and sarcastic.
HOUSE VOICE
(booming)
If you two could stop bickering for
five seconds, maybe you’d get
somewhere.
Mischief groans, rubbing her temples.
MISCHIEF
(to the house)
Nobody asked you.
HOUSE VOICE
(chuckling)
Nobody had to. Watching you two
fumble through this is its own
entertainment.
Mayhem grins, looking up at the ceiling.
MAYHEM
(cheerfully)
Thanks, buddy. Glad someone’s
enjoying the show.
The growling subsides, and the house falls silent again.
Mischief sighs and flips the yearbook open once more.
MISCHIEF
(quietly)
Fine. We’ll try both approaches.
(MORE)
MISCHIEF (CONT'D)
You handle Bryce on the field, I’ll
handle him off it.
Mayhem claps his hands together, clearly enjoying the
competition.
MAYHEM
A little sibling rivalry, huh?
Let’s see who gets him first.
Mischief glares at him.
MISCHIEF
This isn’t a game.
MAYHEM
(smirking)
Sure it is. It’s just that I’m
going to win.
Mischief slams the yearbook shut, standing up abruptly.
MISCHIEF
(through gritted teeth)
We’ll see about that.
She storms out of the room, leaving Mayhem grinning smugly.
He picks up the football again, tossing it in the air as he
talks to the empty room.
MAYHEM
(to himself)
This is gonna be fun.
CUT TO:
CUT TO: INT. HIGH SCHOOL LOCKER ROOM - DAY
The locker room is buzzing with activity. Football players
joke and shove each other as they prepare for practice. Bryce
stands at his locker, the picture of confidence, but his
expression falters slightly as Mayhem approaches.
Mayhem claps him on the shoulder, his grin wide and
disarming.
MAYHEM
Hey, Bryce. Got room for one more
on the team?
Bryce sizes him up, his jaw tightening.
BRYCE
Tryouts are tomorrow. Let’s see if
you can keep up.
Mayhem leans closer, lowering his voice.
MAYHEM
(grinning)
Oh, I’ll do more than keep up.
Bryce glares at him, the tension between them thick.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Mischief in the Library
INT. HIGH SCHOOL LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
The library is quiet, with students scattered at tables,
flipping through textbooks or typing on laptops. Mischief,
now going by Sadie, enters, her heels clicking softly against
the tiled floor. She’s dressed perfectly for the
occasion—just a touch of alluring mystery mixed with casual
school attire. Her hair is effortlessly styled, and her
confidence fills the room.
Sadie scans the area, spotting Bryce at a table in the
corner, staring intently at his open textbook. Mischief’s
eyes narrow with purpose. She grabs a random book off a
shelf—one titled Introduction to Human Psychology—and makes
her way over.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(innocently)
Hey, Bryce, right?
Bryce looks up, surprised. He takes a moment, his eyes
betraying a mix of curiosity and wariness.
BRYCE
Uh, yeah. Sadie, isn’t it?
Mischief smiles, her eyes practically sparkling with just the
right amount of flirtation.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Yeah, that’s me.
She casually takes the seat across from him, placing her book
on the table and leaning forward slightly. Her presence is
magnetic, her body language open yet mysterious.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
You seem pretty focused. What are
you studying?
Bryce clears his throat, clearly taken aback by the sudden
attention.
BRYCE
(trying to act casual)
Uh, history. I’ve got a big test
coming up.
Mischief glances at the textbook, pretending to be
interested. She lets her hand rest on the edge of the table,
her fingers subtly brushing against his notebook.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(smiling)
History, huh? I’ve always found it
so... repetitive. All these wars,
betrayals, power struggles—it’s
almost like people never learn, you
know?
Bryce looks at her, slightly intrigued.
BRYCE
(slowly)
Yeah, I guess you could say that.
It’s kind of depressing if you
think about it too much.
Mischief leans in just a little closer, lowering her voice,
her tone becoming more intimate.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(softly)
Maybe, but I think it’s
fascinating. I mean, the power some
of these leaders had... It must’ve
felt incredible. Don’t you think?
Bryce’s expression shifts slightly, caught off guard by the
sudden depth of the conversation. He looks at her with a mix
of curiosity and confusion.
BRYCE
I guess. But I think real power is
about doing good, you know? Not
just... control.
Mischief hides her smirk, instead letting her eyes widen as
if she’s impressed.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(earnestly)
Wow, that’s... that’s really
insightful. Most people wouldn’t
think that deeply about it. You
must have some big dreams, huh?
Bryce shifts uncomfortably, clearly unused to this level of
attention.
BRYCE
Uh, I mean, yeah. I guess I want to
make a difference someday.
Mischief reaches across the table, her fingers barely
brushing his wrist—a fleeting touch that sends a jolt through
him. She smiles, a perfect mix of admiration and mystery.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(smiling)
I can see that. You have this...
aura, you know? Like someone
destined for something great.
Bryce swallows, visibly flustered. He looks away, trying to
gather his thoughts.
BRYCE
You think so?
Mischief leans back, pretending to consider her words.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Oh, definitely. But greatness
doesn’t come without... sacrifices.
Sometimes you have to make choices
that people don’t understand.
Choices that might seem... wrong,
but are necessary to get what you
want.
Bryce’s eyes narrow slightly, her words clearly making an
impression. Mischief hides her smirk, sensing a crack forming
in his moral armor.
BRYCE
(uncertain)
I don’t know. I mean, I guess
sometimes you’ve got to make tough
calls, but...
Mischief interrupts, her voice turning soft, almost
vulnerable.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(sincerely)
You know, people think they know
what’s right and wrong. But until
you’re in that position, you don’t
really know what you’d do, do you?
Bryce is quiet for a moment, clearly thinking. Mischief
smiles inwardly—this is what she’s good at: planting seeds of
doubt.
Suddenly, TIFFANY (Bryce’s girlfriend, blonde, confident, and
possessive) appears at the end of the table, glaring at
Mischief.
TIFFANY
(icy)
Bryce, are we still going to the
diner?
Bryce snaps out of his daze, looking between Mischief and
Tiffany.
BRYCE
(awkwardly)
Uh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, Sadie. I
should get going.
Mischief smiles sweetly, leaning back in her chair.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
No problem. I’ll see you around,
Bryce.
Bryce nods, grabbing his things and walking away with
Tiffany, who shoots Mischief a glare. Mischief watches them
leave, her smile fading into a more calculating expression.
She pulls out her notebook and scribbles something down:
* Bryce: Ambitious, believes in doing good. Easily influenced
if framed as necessary for the greater good.
* Weakness: Needs validation. Vulnerable to praise about his
potential.
* Next Step: Get closer. Find what he truly wants.
Mischief closes her notebook, a satisfied smile crossing her
face. This is going to take time, but she’s patient.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Teen Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Rivalry on the Field
INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYM - DAY
Mayhem (Cole) is in the middle of football tryouts, catching
passes effortlessly, his natural physical prowess making him
stand out. Bryce watches from the sidelines, still visibly
distracted, Tiffany next to him.
Mayhem catches Bryce’s gaze and gives a confident nod, as if
to say, We’re going to be best friends whether you like it or
not.
FADE OUT.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
The hallway is bustling with students. Mischief (Sadie) leans
casually against Bryce’s locker, her pose perfectly
calculated to seem both approachable and irresistible. Bryce
approaches, hesitant but intrigued. He slows as he reaches
her.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(sweetly)
Hey, Bryce.
Bryce nods, his voice awkward as he fumbles with his locker.
BRYCE
Hey... Sadie.
Mischief tilts her head, giving him a playful smirk.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
So, how’s the campaign?
Bryce freezes, confused.
BRYCE
Campaign?
Mischief laughs lightly, her tone teasing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You know—team captain, homecoming
king, future ruler of the free
world. You seem like the kind of
guy who’s always running for
something.
Bryce chuckles nervously, shaking his head.
BRYCE
I’m not really...
Before he can finish, Tiffany appears, looping her arm
possessively through his. Her smile is forced, her tone
sharp.
TIFFANY
What’s going on here?
Mischief straightens, her expression calm but amused.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Just getting to know Bryce. He’s...
interesting.
Tiffany narrows her eyes.
TIFFANY
Well, he’s busy. Aren’t you, babe?
Bryce looks between the two, clearly uncomfortable.
BRYCE
Uh, yeah, I should get to class.
Mischief steps back, her smile unwavering as she watches
Tiffany drag Bryce away. Once they’re out of earshot, her
expression shifts to cold calculation.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(softly, to herself)
She’ll be a problem.
TIFFANY
(As they walk away)
I don't like that girl their is
something creepy about her!
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Teen Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Rivalry on the Field
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - AFTERNOON
Mayhem (Cole) is at practice, effortlessly showing off his
athletic prowess. He barrels through defenders, catches every
pass, and even scores a touchdown during a scrimmage. The
coach whistles loudly, clearly impressed.
On the sidelines, Bryce watches, his jaw clenched. His
teammates slap Cole on the back, welcoming him into the fold,
while Bryce finds himself increasingly overshadowed.
COACH DAVIS
(booming)
Nice work, Cole! Bryce, you’d
better watch out. This kid’s
gunning for your spot.
Bryce forces a smile, but it’s clear the comment stings.
Mayhem notices and jogs over, his trademark grin firmly in
place.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(mocking)
Don’t worry, Bryce. You’re still
the golden boy... for now.
Bryce glares at him, his voice tight.
BRYCE
We’ll see.
Mayhem slaps him on the shoulder, laughing as he jogs back
onto the field. Bryce watches him go, a flicker of doubt
crossing his face.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Temptation in the Parking Lot
INT. HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - LATER
Bryce walks to his car, his expression distracted. Mischief
appears seemingly out of nowhere, leaning against the
driver’s side door. Her posture is relaxed, her gaze
piercing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Tough practice?
Bryce stops, startled.
BRYCE
What are you doing here?
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(smiling)
Waiting for you. I figured you
could use someone to talk to.
Bryce sighs, running a hand through his hair.
BRYCE
I’m fine.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Sure you are. That’s why you’re
walking around like you’ve got the
weight of the world on your
shoulders.
Bryce hesitates, her words hitting a little too close to
home. Mischief steps closer, her tone softening.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(earnestly)
Look, I get it. Everyone expects
you to be perfect all the time. The
leader. The role model. But...
that’s exhausting, isn’t it?
Bryce stares at her, surprised by her insight. He nods
slightly.
BRYCE
Yeah... it is.
Mischief smiles gently, her voice laced with subtle
manipulation.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You don’t have to be perfect,
Bryce. Sometimes... breaking the
rules is the only way to really get
ahead.
Bryce looks at her, conflicted.
BRYCE
(quietly)
I don’t know.
Mischief places a hand on his arm, her touch electric.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You don’t have to decide now.
Just... think about it.
She steps back, giving him space. Bryce watches her go, his
mind clearly racing.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Strategic Shenanigans
INT. THEIR SHARED HOUSE - NIGHT
Mischief and Mayhem regroup in the living room. Mischief sips
from a mug of tea, looking smug, while Mayhem tosses a
football in the air, clearly pleased with himself.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Bryce is cracking. Coach loves me,
and Bryce hates it.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(smirking)
Good. Keep the pressure on. I’ve
got him questioning himself
already.
Mayhem grins, but there’s a competitive edge to his tone.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Don’t get too cocky. I’m the one
who’s actually on the field with
him.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(teasing)
Please. Without me, he wouldn’t
even be vulnerable enough for you
to mess with.
The shadows in the room flicker ominously as their infernal
house voice interrupts.
HOUSE VOICE
(booming)
Stop patting yourselves on the
back. You haven’t won anything yet.
Mischief and Mayhem both roll their eyes, but their
expressions quickly harden with renewed determination.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(to Mayhem)
Let’s push him harder. See what it
takes to make him snap.
Mayhem nods, his grin widening.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Now you’re talking.
They share a devilish look, their rivalry momentarily set
aside as they focus on their shared goal.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Teen Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Shadows of Rivalry
INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT
The gym is dimly lit, with only a few overhead lights
flickering. Bryce is alone, shooting hoops, his movements
sharp and frustrated. The echo of the ball bouncing fills the
empty space.
Mischief (Sadie) appears in the doorway, watching him for a
moment before stepping inside. Her heels click softly against
the floor.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(softly)
Burning the midnight oil?
Bryce stops, startled. He picks up the ball and turns to her,
his face a mix of surprise and exhaustion.
BRYCE
What are you doing here?
Mischief steps closer, her expression calm and disarming.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
I saw the lights on. Thought maybe
you could use some company.
Bryce sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.
BRYCE
I’m fine.
Mischief tilts her head, her gaze piercing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You keep saying that, but you don’t
look fine.
Bryce hesitates, then sits on the edge of the bleachers.
Mischief joins him, her posture relaxed but her focus sharp.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(softly)
Is it Cole?
Bryce frowns, his jaw tightening.
BRYCE
He’s good. Too good. Coach loves
him, the team loves him... I’m
starting to wonder if they even
need me anymore.
Mischief leans in slightly, her tone gentle but laced with
suggestion.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Of course they need you. You’re
Bryce Carter. But... maybe it’s
time you remind them why.
Bryce looks at her, confused.
BRYCE
What do you mean?
Mischief’s voice drops to a near-whisper, her words dripping
with temptation.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
People love a hero, Bryce. But
sometimes, to be a hero... you need
a villain.
Bryce’s brow furrows, her words sinking in as he stares at
the floor. Mischief watches him carefully, her smile subtle
but triumphant.
CUT TO:
INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY
Mayhem (Cole) sits on a bench, lacing up his cleats. Bryce
walks in, his expression tense. Mayhem notices and grins.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Hey, Bryce. Ready for practice?
Bryce doesn’t respond immediately, his eyes narrowing as he
studies Mayhem.
BRYCE
(flatly)
You really enjoy stealing the
spotlight, don’t you?
Mayhem’s grin widens, his tone mocking.
MAYHEM (COLE)
What can I say? It’s not my fault
I’m better.
Bryce’s fists clench at his sides, his anger barely
contained. He storms past Mayhem, grabbing his gear from his
locker.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Temptation on the Field
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - NIGHT (LATER)
The field is quiet, illuminated only by the stadium lights.
Bryce stands at the 50-yard line, staring down at a helmet in
his hands. His face is a storm of conflicting emotions.
Mischief appears on the bleachers, her figure framed by the
harsh lights. She claps slowly, the sound echoing in the
empty space.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Congratulations. You made it
through another day.
Bryce looks up, startled.
BRYCE
What are you doing here?
Mischief steps down onto the field, her movements slow and
deliberate.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Checking on my favorite
quarterback. You looked...
distracted today.
Bryce sighs, his frustration boiling over.
BRYCE
It’s Cole. He’s...
Mischief cuts him off, her tone sharp but not unkind.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Better? More popular? Taking what’s
yours?
Bryce glares at her, but the truth in her words stings.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(stepping closer)
Do you want to win, Bryce? Do you
want to be the best?
Bryce hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper.
BRYCE
Yes.
Mischief smiles, her eyes gleaming.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Then stop holding yourself back.
Stop playing by their rules.
Sometimes... you have to take what
you deserve.
Bryce looks at her, conflicted but tempted. Mischief steps
even closer, her voice soft and persuasive.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
All it takes is one little push.
Just... one.
CUT TO:
INT. LOCKER ROOM - NEXT MORNING
Bryce stands at Mayhem’s locker, holding a small tube of
super glue. His hand shakes slightly as he hesitates, his
conscience warring with his frustration.
Finally, he squeezes the glue into Mayhem’s cleats, sealing
them shut. He hides the evidence and walks away quickly, his
face pale.
CUT TO: EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - PRACTICE
Mayhem struggles to put on his cleats, frowning as he
realizes they’re stuck. The coach notices and shakes his
head.
COACH DAVIS
Cole, get it together! You’re
benched for today.
Bryce smirks slightly from the sidelines, a flicker of
satisfaction crossing his face. Mischief watches from the
bleachers, her smile growing wider.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(whispering)
Good boy.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Mischief and Mayhem at the Party
INT. LUXURY HOUSE - NIGHT
The party is in full swing at a sprawling mansion belonging
to a wealthy student whose parents are conveniently out of
town. Music blasts from speakers, students dance wildly in
the living room, and the air smells of cheap beer and bad
decisions. A haze of smoke floats above the crowd.
Mischief (Sadie) and Mayhem (Cole) arrive together, making an
entrance that instantly turns heads. Sadie’s outfit is
effortlessly stunning, while Cole radiates casual confidence.
They exchange a glance, their shared mission clear.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(surveying the chaos)
Ah, humans in their natural
habitat.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning)
Smells like opportunity.
They spot Bryce across the room, sitting awkwardly on a couch
with a red Solo cup in his hand. Tiffany hovers nearby,
chatting animatedly with a group of girls. Bryce looks
uncomfortable, clearly not in the party mood.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
There’s our golden boy.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(muttering)
He’s about as golden as a rusted
penny right now.
Mischief smirks and grabs a cup from a nearby table, filling
it with a mix of soda and vodka. She hands it to Mayhem.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Go warm him up. I’ll work on the
queen bee.
Mayhem raises the cup in mock salute before heading toward
Bryce. Mischief saunters toward Tiffany, her expression
shifting into one of friendly curiosity.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
Breaking the Ice
INT. PARTY - LIVING ROOM
Mayhem plops down on the couch next to Bryce, clapping him on
the back.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning)
You look like you’re having a
blast.
Bryce forces a smile, raising his cup.
BRYCE
Yeah... just not really my scene.
Mayhem laughs, leaning back.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Come on, man. You’re the
quarterback. You’re supposed to be
the life of the party.
Bryce shrugs, looking down at his cup.
BRYCE
I don’t know. Sometimes I feel
like... everyone’s expecting me to
be someone I’m not.
Mayhem raises an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by the
vulnerability.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Hey, no one’s perfect. But you know
what helps? Loosening up a little.
He pushes the cup into Bryce’s hand.
MAYHEM (COLE) (CONT'D)
Try this. Trust me, it’ll take the
edge off.
Bryce hesitates but eventually takes a sip. Mayhem smirks,
watching as Bryce’s tension starts to fade.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
Whispers of Doubt
INT. PARTY - KITCHEN
Mischief leans casually against the counter, chatting with
Tiffany, who is already tipsy.
TIFFANY
(smirking)
So, what’s your deal, Sadie? You’ve
been hanging around Bryce a lot.
Mischief tilts her head, feigning innocence.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Oh, Bryce is just... interesting.
Don’t worry, Tiff, I’m not trying
to steal him.
Tiffany narrows her eyes suspiciously but doesn’t respond.
Mischief takes a sip from her drink, her tone turning more
conspiratorial.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
But honestly, don’t you ever feel
like he’s... holding back?
Tiffany frowns, her guard lowering slightly.
TIFFANY
What do you mean?
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Well, he’s always so...
responsible. So serious. Don’t you
think he needs to let loose once in
a while?
Tiffany hesitates, clearly thinking. Mischief presses on, her
voice smooth and persuasive.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
A guy like Bryce—he needs someone
who can push him. Someone who can
show him how to have fun.
Tiffany’s frown deepens, her insecurities bubbling to the
surface. Mischief hides her smirk, satisfied.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Embracing Imperfection
INT. PARTY - BASEMENT
The party’s energy has shifted. The basement is dimly lit,
with a group of students gathered around a table playing
drinking games. Mayhem leads Bryce toward the group, a
confident grin on his face.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a
new challenger. Bryce here says
he’s ready to dominate.
The group cheers, and Bryce looks reluctant but sits down
anyway. Mischief appears in the doorway, watching the scene
unfold with amusement.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(quietly to herself)
This is almost too easy.
The game begins, with Bryce reluctantly taking shot after
shot. His confidence grows with each round, his usual
cautious demeanor replaced by reckless energy. Mischief and
Mayhem exchange a triumphant glance.
CUT TO:
INT. PARTY - LATER
Bryce, now visibly drunk, stumbles into the backyard,
laughing loudly. Mischief follows, her expression calm but
watchful.
BRYCE
(shouting)
You know what? I’m tired of being
perfect!
Mischief steps closer, her voice soft and soothing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Good. Perfection is boring.
Bryce turns to her, his face a mix of frustration and
vulnerability.
BRYCE
You really think so?
Mischief nods, her tone almost tender.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
I know so. And I think... you
deserve to take what you want for
once.
Bryce stares at her, conflicted but tempted. Mischief smiles,
her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
CUT TO:
INT. PARTY - BASEMENT
Mayhem watches from the basement as Tiffany glares at Bryce
and Mischief through a window, her jealousy reaching its
peak. He leans back, sipping his drink.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(to himself)
And there’s the spark.
The camera lingers on Mischief and Bryce outside as the
tension builds.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
Rivalry in the Shadows
INT. THEIR SHARED HOUSE - NIGHT
The living room is dimly lit, flickering shadows dancing on
the walls. Mischief sits on the couch, her legs curled
beneath her, flipping through a notebook filled with
scribbled plans. Mayhem paces in front of her, tossing a
football from hand to hand, his expression smug.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(annoyed)
Could you stop pacing? You’re
making me dizzy.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning)
Just trying to burn off the
excitement. Did you see Bryce’s
face when Coach benched him today?
Priceless.
Mischief doesn’t look up, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Oh, congratulations. You managed to
out-jock a jock. Truly
groundbreaking.
Mayhem stops pacing, turning to face her.
MAYHEM (COLE)
And what exactly have you
accomplished, Miss Mastermind?
Mischief closes her notebook with a snap and glares at him.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Plenty. Unlike you, I don’t need to
prance around in cleats to get
results.
Mayhem laughs, dropping the football onto the couch beside
her.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Right. Because whispering sweet
nothings into Bryce’s ear is really
moving the needle.
Mischief stands, stepping closer to him, her voice low and
dangerous.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You think this is a game? You don’t
even understand the stakes, do you?
The shadows on the walls grow darker, stretching toward them.
The house’s infernal voice cuts through the tension, deep and
mocking.
HOUSE VOICE
(booming)
Neither of you understand the
stakes.
Both Mischief and Mayhem glance around, momentarily
unsettled. The walls creak as the voice continues.
HOUSE VOICE (CONT'D)
Your petty rivalry is amusing, but
Lucifer doesn’t care who wins. He
only cares that you don’t fail.
Mayhem smirks, breaking the tension.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(to Mischief)
Hear that? We just have to not
fail. Should be easy for you.
Mischief rolls her eyes and grabs her notebook.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(to the house)
Tell Lucifer to keep watching.
We’ve got this.
The shadows recede, the room settling back into eerie
silence. Mischief turns back to Mayhem, her expression cold.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
Stay out of my way.
She storms out of the room. Mayhem watches her go, his grin
fading slightly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(to himself)
I’d like to see you try and stop
me.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Dark Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
Rivalry and Rebellion
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY
The cafeteria buzzes with activity as students chatter and
eat. Mischief sits at a table with Cassie, her notebook
hidden beneath a biology textbook. Cassie’s dark eyeliner and
black nail polish stand out against the drab surroundings.
CASSIE
(suspiciously)
You’ve been hanging around Bryce a
lot. What’s the deal?
Mischief shrugs, feigning nonchalance.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
He’s interesting. Different from
most of the sheep in this place.
Cassie smirks, sipping her soda.
CASSIE
Different? Bryce? He’s the poster
boy for the status quo.
Mischief leans forward slightly, her tone conspiratorial.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Exactly. That’s what makes it so
fun. Even the strongest towers can
fall if you find the right crack.
Cassie raises an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious.
CASSIE
You’re... weird.
Mischief smiles slyly, leaning back in her chair.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You have no idea.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - PRACTICE - DAY
Mayhem jogs onto the field, his cleats finally replaced after
the sabotage. The team gathers in a huddle as Coach Davis
barks instructions.
Bryce stands to the side, his expression tense. He glances at
Mayhem, whose effortless charm and confidence command the
team’s attention. Mayhem catches Bryce’s eye and grins,
giving him a mock salute.
COACH DAVIS
Alright, Carter, you’re benched
today. Park, you’re running QB1.
The team cheers, and Bryce’s fists clench at his sides.
Mayhem jogs onto the field, slapping a teammate’s shoulder as
he takes his position.
BRYCE
(quietly, to himself)
This isn’t over.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Dark Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
A Moment of Encouragement
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - LATER
Bryce walks down the hallway, his shoulders tense. Mischief
(Sadie) appears beside him, falling into step with practiced
ease.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(softly)
Rough day?
Bryce glances at her, his frustration clear.
BRYCE
You could say that.
Mischief tilts her head, her voice soothing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
It’s not fair, is it? All that
effort, all that pressure, and
someone else just swoops in and
takes it.
Bryce doesn’t respond, but her words clearly hit a nerve.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(pausing)
You deserve better, Bryce. You
should fight for what’s yours.
Bryce stops, looking at her with a mix of confusion and
curiosity.
BRYCE
What are you saying?
Mischief smiles, her tone soft but deliberate.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
I’m saying... don’t let him win.
She walks away, leaving Bryce standing alone, her words
echoing in his mind.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
The Prank That Backfired
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - AUDITORIUM - DAY
The entire school is gathered for an assembly. The stage is
decorated with banners for the upcoming Homecoming game. The
principal, MR. HARGROVE (a nervous middle-aged man), stands
at the podium, droning on about school spirit.
In the audience, Mischief (Sadie) sits near the back, leaning
close to Cassie. Mayhem (Cole) sits a few rows ahead with the
football team, whispering with teammates and throwing glances
toward Bryce, who sits stiffly next to Tiffany.
MR. HARGROVE
(through the mic)
And let’s all give a warm round of
applause for our very own team
captain, Bryce Carter!
The students clap as Bryce reluctantly stands, his face
betraying his discomfort. Mayhem smirks, leaning over to a
teammate.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(loudly, mockingly)
Let’s hope he shows up on the field
this week.
Laughter ripples through the football team, and Bryce glares
at Mayhem. Tiffany puts a hand on his arm, but Bryce shrugs
her off, his frustration boiling over.
Mischief watches, her eyes gleaming. She leans toward Cassie.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(whispering)
Watch this.
As Bryce sits, Mischief subtly nudges her phone, sending a
text to a student seated near the stage. A moment later, a
loud buzz echoes through the microphone.
STUDENT ON STAGE
(shouting into the mic)
Bryce is benched this week! Guess
Park’s the new star!
The students gasp and murmur. Bryce’s face flushes with anger
as laughter and whispers spread through the crowd. Tiffany
looks horrified, and Mayhem’s smirk vanishes, his eyes
narrowing as he realizes Mischief’s hand in this.
BRYCE
(to Tiffany)
I’m done.
He stands abruptly and storms out of the auditorium. Mischief
leans back, satisfied, while Mayhem turns to glare at her,
mouthing “What are you doing?” Mischief simply shrugs, a sly
smile on her lips.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
Confrontation and Contemplation
INT. LOCKER ROOM - LATER
Bryce stands alone in the locker room, pacing angrily. His
fists clench and unclench as he replays the scene in his
mind.
The door creaks open, and Mayhem steps inside, his usual
cocky demeanor replaced with something sharper.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(flatly)
Rough day, huh?
Bryce whirls around, his face twisted with frustration.
BRYCE
What do you want? To rub it in?
Mayhem leans casually against the wall, his voice calm but
edged.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Not exactly. Look, I get it. You’re
pissed. You think I’m here to take
your spot.
Bryce doesn’t respond, his glare unwavering. Mayhem steps
closer, his tone shifting.
MAYHEM (COLE) (CONT'D)
But maybe this isn’t about me.
Maybe this is about you.
Bryce frowns, his anger faltering slightly.
BRYCE
What are you talking about?
Mayhem smirks, leaning in slightly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
I’m saying... maybe it’s time you
stopped playing by their rules.
Bryce hesitates, his frustration warring with his better
judgment.
MAYHEM (COLE) (CONT'D)
Think about it. All the pressure,
all the expectations—they don’t
care about you. They just want you
to play your part. But what if you
didn’t?
Bryce stares at him, the seed of doubt planted.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Tension in the Hallway
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - THE NEXT MORNING
Mischief leans against a locker, flipping through her
notebook as students shuffle past. Mayhem approaches, his
expression dark.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low, angry)
What the hell was that yesterday?
Mischief looks up, feigning innocence.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
What? It worked, didn’t it?
Mayhem steps closer, his voice low and sharp.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You’re pushing too hard. Bryce
isn’t some random mortal you can
shove over the edge.
Mischief’s smile fades, her eyes narrowing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
And what’s your plan? Wait for him
to hand over his soul on a silver
platter?
They glare at each other, the tension palpable. A student
walking by gives them a strange look, and they both instantly
plaster on fake smiles, stepping apart.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(through gritted teeth)
Fine. You do it your way, and I’ll
do it mine.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(quietly)
Just don’t screw this up.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
Manipulative Concerns
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - PRACTICE - DAY
Bryce fumbles a pass during drills, earning groans from the
coach and teammates. His usual confidence is clearly shaken.
From the sidelines, Mischief watches, her gaze calculating.
She notices Tiffany sitting nearby, scrolling through her
phone, and approaches her.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(sweetly)
Hey, Tiff.
Tiffany glances up, immediately suspicious.
TIFFANY
(flatly)
What do you want?
Mischief sits beside her, her tone disarming.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Just thought you might want to
know... Bryce hasn’t been himself
lately.
Tiffany frowns, her suspicion fading into concern.
TIFFANY
What do you mean?
Mischief leans closer, her voice low and conspiratorial.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
I think he’s feeling...
unappreciated. Maybe you should
remind him how important he is.
Tiffany looks conflicted, clearly wondering if Mischief is
being genuine. Mischief’s smile is warm but hides her true
intentions.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
Tension in the Shadows
INT. THEIR SHARED HOUSE - NIGHT
The house feels darker than usual, the shadows stretching
unnaturally across the walls. The faint sound of growling
reverberates, and the temperature drops sharply. Mischief
(Sadie) and Mayhem (Cole) sit in the living room, glaring at
each other across the coffee table.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(snarling)
You’re the one screwing this up.
Bryce is slipping, and you’re too
busy playing football star to
notice.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(mocking)
Right, because your master plan of
stirring high school drama is so
effective.
CUT TO:
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - CLASSROOM - DAY
Bryce sits at his desk, staring out the window, his face a
mix of frustration and exhaustion. Mischief (Sadie) walks by,
dropping a folded note onto his desk. He hesitates before
opening it.
The note reads: “Meet me at the stadium after school. Let’s
talk.”
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Teen","Psychological"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
A Moment of Decision
EXT. FOOTBALL STADIUM - SUNSET
The empty stadium is bathed in golden light. Bryce arrives,
looking around nervously. Mischief (Sadie) and Mayhem (Cole)
stand near the bleachers, waiting for him.
BRYCE
(frowning)
What is this about?
Mischief steps forward, her voice calm but firm.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We want to help you, Bryce.
Bryce laughs bitterly.
BRYCE
Help me? By what—messing with my
life?
Mayhem crosses his arms, his voice serious for once.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You’re spiraling, man. You’ve got
all this pressure, all these
expectations, and it’s eating you
alive.
Mischief nods, her tone softer.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You don’t have to do it alone.
Bryce looks between them, his defenses starting to waver.
BRYCE
(quietly)
What do you want from me?
Mischief and Mayhem exchange a look, and Mischief speaks
carefully.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We want you to make a choice. Stop
letting other people control you.
Take what you want.
Bryce hesitates, the weight of their words sinking in. The
air feels charged, as if the stadium itself is holding its
breath.
BRYCE
What if I make the wrong choice?
Mayhem steps closer, his voice almost gentle.
MAYHEM (COLE)
There are no wrong choices. Just
the ones you can live with.
Bryce looks down at his hands, the conflict in his eyes
clear. Mischief and Mayhem watch intently, the moment of
decision hanging in the air.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Coming-of-age","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
Integrity Under Pressure
EXT. HOMECOMING GAME - NIGHT
The stadium is packed, the roar of the crowd deafening. Bryce
stands on the sidelines, watching Mayhem lead the team onto
the field. His fists clench as the coach pats Mayhem on the
back, ignoring Bryce entirely.
Mischief watches from the bleachers, her eyes locked on
Bryce.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(whispering to herself)
Come on, Bryce. Make your move.
Bryce’s internal struggle reaches a breaking point. He storms
toward the locker room, his expression dark.
INT. LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT
Bryce finds Mayhem’s cleats in his locker. He hesitates, the
temptation clear on his face. His hand shakes as he picks up
a tube of glue, the echoes of Mischief and Mayhem’s words
swirling in his mind.
MISCHIEF (V.O.)
Take control.
MAYHEM (V.O.)
Make the choice you can live with.
Bryce throws the glue across the room, breathing heavily.
BRYCE
(to himself)
Not like this.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
Clash of Titans
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - NIGHT
Bryce returns to the field, confronting Mayhem on the
sidelines.
BRYCE
(to Mayhem)
You think you’re better than me?
Prove it.
Mayhem smirks, but there’s respect in his eyes.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Game on.
The two clash on the field, the crowd roaring as Bryce pushes
himself harder than ever. Mischief watches, her expression
conflicted.
CUT TO:
INT. THEIR SHARED HOUSE - NIGHT
Mischief and Mayhem return to their house, both exhausted.
The shadows whisper faintly, mocking their failure.
HOUSE VOICE
(gleefully)
Lucifer won’t be pleased.
Mischief flops onto the couch, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
The golden light of the setting sun casts long shadows over
the empty stadium. Bryce stands at the center of the field,
his arms crossed, his expression wary. Mischief (Sadie) and
Mayhem (Cole) approach from opposite sides, their movements
deliberate.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(calmly)
We’re not here to mess with you,
Bryce.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(sincerely)
Believe it or not, we want to help.
Bryce laughs bitterly, shaking his head.
BRYCE
Help? You’ve done nothing but screw
up my life.
Mischief steps closer, her tone soft but piercing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Because we see what you’re trying
to ignore. The pressure. The
expectations. It’s eating you
alive.
Mayhem folds his arms, his voice unusually serious.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You’re trying to be perfect for
everyone, but no one can pull that
off. You’re human. And it’s okay to
be human.
Bryce frowns, their words sinking in despite himself.
BRYCE
So what? You’re saying I should
just... give up?
Mischief shakes her head.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
No. We’re saying you should take
control.
Bryce hesitates, the tension palpable. Mayhem steps closer,
his voice dropping to a near-whisper.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You can’t be everything to
everyone, Bryce. But you can be
something for yourself.
Bryce looks down at his hands, his internal struggle etched
across his face. Mischief and Mayhem exchange a glance,
sensing his resolve cracking.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
Triumph and Turmoil
EXT. FOOTBALL STADIUM - NIGHT
The Homecoming game is in full swing, the stadium packed to
capacity. The air is alive with anticipation and the roar of
the crowd. Students clad in school colors cheer wildly,
waving banners and pom-poms that glint under the blazing
stadium lights.
CHEERLEADERS line the sidelines, their chants synchronized
with the MARCHING BAND, which blares out a triumphant tune.
The school mascot, a grinning wolf, runs up and down the
field waving a massive flag.
WIDE SHOT OF THE FIELD
The players line up, their helmets gleaming under the
floodlights. MAYHEM (COLE) stands at the center of the
huddle, exuding confidence. His movements are sharp and
deliberate, his voice loud enough to cut through the din of
the crowd.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning, to the team)
Let’s show them how it’s done.
The players nod, their faces set with determination.
On the sidelines, BRYCE stands with his arms crossed, his
expression stormy. His jaw clenches as he watches COACH DAVIS
pat Mayhem on the back, shouting encouragement.
COACH DAVIS
(booming)
Alright, Park! Lead us to the end
zone!
Bryce’s fists clench tighter, his resentment simmering.
ON THE FIELD
A substitute QUARTERBACK takes Mayhem's place behind the
center as the team lines up. Mayhem, positioned as a WIDE
RECEIVER, crouches into a ready stance, his eyes locked on
the opposing team.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(excited)
And here we go, folks! The Wolves
are down by six with just under a
minute left in the half.
The ball is snapped, and the play begins. The quarterback
drops back, scanning the field as defenders rush toward him.
Mayhem sprints down the sideline, his speed and agility
leaving defenders scrambling to keep up.
CLOSE-UP ON MAYHEM
Mayhem’s eyes flash with intensity as he glances back at the
quarterback, signaling for the pass. The quarterback
hesitates, then launches the ball into the air.
SLOW MOTION SEQUENCE
The football spirals high above the field, cutting through
the night sky like a missile. The crowd holds its collective
breath as it arcs toward Mayhem, who leaps into the air, his
hands outstretched.
WIDE SHOT: THE CATCH
Mayhem snatches the ball mid-air, narrowly avoiding a tackle.
He lands on his feet and pivots sharply, dodging two more
defenders as he charges toward the end zone. The crowd
erupts, the roar deafening.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(cheering)
Park’s got it! He’s still on his
feet!
Mayhem barrels past the last defender, diving into the end
zone with the ball securely in his grip.
CLOSE-UP: MAYHEM CELEBRATING
Mayhem jumps to his feet, spiking the ball into the turf with
a grin that borders on cocky. He throws his arms into the
air, basking in the crowd’s adoration.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(shouting)
Touchdown! A stunning 45-yard Hail
Mary to Park straight into the end
zone!
The crowd goes wild. Fans in the bleachers leap to their
feet, screaming and waving their arms. The cheerleaders break
into a triumphant chant, and the marching band kicks into an
upbeat victory tune.
SIDELINES: BRYCE’S REACTION
Bryce’s jaw tightens as he watches the team swarm Mayhem,
lifting him onto their shoulders. The spotlight shines
brightly on Mayhem, illuminating his triumph as the star
player. Bryce glances at TIFFANY, who’s clapping half-
heartedly, her gaze darting between Bryce and the field.
BRYCE (TO HIMSELF)
(flatly)
Great. Just great.
CUT TO:
BACK ON THE FIELD
Mayhem points to the stands, hyping up the crowd. He makes a
show of flexing his muscles, grinning ear to ear as his
teammates slap him on the back. He locks eyes with Bryce on
the sidelines and gives him a quick salute, his grin turning
into a smirk.
MAYHEM (TO TEAMMATES)
(laughing)
Told you this would be easy.
The camera lingers on Bryce, his face a mixture of
frustration, jealousy, and self-doubt. The cheers of the
crowd seem to grow louder, drowning out his thoughts.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(enthusiastic)
If you weren’t a believer in Cole
Park before, you are now! What a
play!
CUT TO:
WIDE SHOT OF THE STADIUM
The entire stadium is alight with excitement. Fans wave
banners and scream Mayhem’s name. The scoreboard flashes
brightly, showing the Wolves pulling ahead by one point. The
energy in the air is electric, the Homecoming game reaching a
fever pitch.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
Integrity on the Field
INT. LOCKER ROOM (HALFTIME)
The scene transitions seamlessly to Bryce storming into the
locker room, his frustration boiling over as the team
celebrates Mayhem’s touchdown.
INT. LOCKER ROOM - HALFTIME
Bryce storms into the locker room, slamming his helmet down.
He notices Mayhem’s cleats in his locker, his gaze narrowing.
The glue tube sits on the bench, taunting him.
Bryce picks it up, his hand trembling as he considers his
next move. Mischief’s and Mayhem’s voices echo in his mind.
MISCHIEF (V.O.)
Take control.
MAYHEM (V.O.)
Make the choice you can live with.
Bryce exhales sharply and throws the glue across the room,
his voice firm.
BRYCE
(to himself)
Not like this.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - SECOND HALF
Bryce jogs onto the field, his expression determined. The
coach hesitates but lets him back in. The tension between him
and Mayhem is palpable as they line up for the next play.
BRYCE
(to Mayhem)
You think you’re better than me?
Prove it.
Mayhem grins, nodding. The game resumes, and the two clash
spectacularly, each pushing the other to their limits. The
crowd is on its feet, roaring as Bryce and Mayhem drive the
team to victory.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
The Weight of Failure
INT. THEIR SHARED HOUSE - NIGHT
The living room is cloaked in oppressive darkness. Mischief
(Sadie) paces, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
Mayhem (Cole) lounges in a chair, spinning a football lazily
in one hand, but his relaxed posture is forced.
The growling walls grow louder, the shadows twisting like ink
spilled in water. A deafening crack echoes as the shadows
congeal into Lucifer, his presence overwhelming. His tailored
suit is immaculate, his crimson tie glows faintly like a coal
fresh from the fire.
LUCIFER
(low, venomous)
Your incompetence... astounds me.
Mischief stops pacing, her sharp retort swallowed as
Lucifer’s glowing red eyes pin her in place. Mayhem sits up
straighter, his grin faltering.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(defensively)
We’ve got him on edge. He’s
doubting himself—
Lucifer raises a hand, silencing her. The walls tremble, and
the air becomes suffocating.
LUCIFER
Bryce Carter teeters on the brink
of greatness. And yet, here you
are, dragging your feet like
petulant children.
Lucifer gestures, and the shadows swirl into vivid, living
images:
* Image 1: Bryce giving an inspiring speech to a sea of
people, their faces filled with hope.
* Image 2: Bryce signing a historic bill, photographers’
flashes capturing the moment.
* Image 3: A banner reading “President Bryce Carter: A New
Dawn” unfurls over a cheering crowd.
Lucifer’s voice grows colder.
LUCIFER (CONT'D)
If he remains pure, his light will
burn away shadows we’ve cultivated
for centuries.
The images twist violently, morphing into chaos:
* Image 1: Cities engulfed in riots, fire raging in the
streets.
* Image 2: Bryce, older and colder, delivering an
authoritarian decree.
* Image 3: Armies marching under a flag bearing Bryce’s
symbol.
Lucifer steps closer, his tone a deadly whisper.
LUCIFER (CONT'D)
But if he falls... he becomes a
force of destruction. A keystone
for chaos.
Mayhem tries to recover, forcing a grin.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(smirking weakly)
So... no pressure.
Lucifer doesn’t react to the joke. He steps between Mischief
and Mayhem, his gaze piercing.
LUCIFER
Failure is not an option. If Bryce
Carter’s soul escapes us, you will
spend eternity together in the
deepest pits of Hell.
The growling intensifies as the shadows close in, brushing
against Mischief and Mayhem like cold, clawed hands. Then,
with a blinding flash, Lucifer vanishes, leaving the room
unnervingly silent.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(softly, almost to
himself)
Together... in Hell. Sounds cozy.
Mischief sits heavily on the couch, rubbing her temples.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(flatly)
We have to stop fighting each
other.
Mayhem leans against the wall, arms crossed.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Fine. But if this goes south, it’s
on you.
Mischief glares at him but doesn’t argue. Instead, she grabs
her notebook, flipping through her chaotic scribbles.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We need a new plan.
The camera lingers as the shadows flicker faintly, the house
seemingly alive and waiting for their next move.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Facing the Sunset
EXT. FOOTBALL STADIUM - SUNSET
The field is bathed in golden light, the bleachers casting
long shadows. Bryce stands at the 50-yard line, staring at
the horizon. His shoulders are tense, his face a storm of
emotions.
Mischief (Sadie) approaches from one end of the field, her
confident strides deliberate. Mayhem (Cole) saunters in from
the other side, his usual swagger tempered by purpose.
Bryce turns as they approach, his brow furrowing.
BRYCE
What is this? Some kind of
intervention?
Mischief stops a few feet away, her expression calm but
piercing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Something like that.
Mayhem folds his arms, his voice steady.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Look, man, we’ve been where you
are. The weight on your shoulders?
It doesn’t go away.
Bryce laughs bitterly.
BRYCE
(snarling)
What do you know about it?
Mischief steps closer, her voice softening.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We know what it’s like to be pulled
in every direction. To be expected
to carry everything and never let
it break you.
Bryce stares at her, his anger faltering.
MAYHEM (COLE)
And you can’t. No one can.
Bryce looks away, his voice quieter.
BRYCE
So what am I supposed to do? Give
up?
Mischief shakes her head, her voice firm.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
No. You take control. You stop
letting everyone else decide who
you are.
Mayhem steps closer, his tone surprisingly sincere.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Because at the end of the day,
Bryce, the only person you have to
live with... is yourself.
The camera lingers on Bryce as he processes their words, the
weight of the decision pressing heavily on him.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Chaos and Consequences
INT.THEIR SHARED HOUSE
The house is eerily quiet, the usual growls and whispers
subdued. Mischief (Sadie) and Mayhem (Cole) sit on opposite
ends of the couch, the tension between them replaced by an
uneasy calm. The infernal shadows flicker faintly on the
walls, their movements lazy and mocking.
HOUSE VOICE
(snickering)
Lucifer won’t be pleased.
Mischief leans back, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Thanks for the update.
Mayhem taps his fingers against the armrest, his voice
unusually subdued.
MAYHEM (COLE)
So... what now?
Before Mischief can answer, the shadows darken, and Lucifer
materializes. His expression is unreadable, his presence
heavy with menace.
Mischief and Mayhem brace for punishment, but Lucifer’s lips
curl into a faint, unsettling smile.
LUCIFER (CONT'D)
But failure has its uses.
They exchange confused glances as Lucifer steps closer.
LUCIFER (CONT'D)
Humanity is chaos incarnate. Messy.
Unpredictable. You’ve shown me that
even the best plans can unravel.
Lucifer’s tone shifts, a mix of menace and intrigue.
LUCIFER (CONT'D)
For now, I’ll let you remain. But
know this: redemption is still far
beyond your reach.
He vanishes in a swirl of shadows, leaving the house
unnervingly silent. Mischief exhales sharply, slumping
against the couch.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(flatly)
Well, looks like we’re stuck
together.
Mayhem smirks faintly, his voice lighter.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Could be worse.
The camera pans out as the shadows flicker on the walls, the
faint growls of the house whispering ominously.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
Rivalry on the Field
EXT. FOOTBALL STADIUM - NIGHT
The Homecoming game is in full swing, the stadium packed to
capacity. The air is alive with anticipation and the roar of
the crowd. Students clad in school colors cheer wildly,
waving banners and pom-poms that glint under the blazing
stadium lights.
CHEERLEADERS line the sidelines, their chants synchronized
with the MARCHING BAND, which blares out a triumphant tune.
The school mascot, a grinning wolf, runs up and down the
field waving a massive flag.
WIDE SHOT OF THE FIELD
The players line up, their helmets gleaming under the
floodlights. MAYHEM (COLE) stands at the center of the
huddle, exuding confidence. His movements are sharp and
deliberate, his voice loud enough to cut through the din of
the crowd.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning, to the team)
Let’s show them how it’s done.
The players nod, their faces set with determination.
On the sidelines, BRYCE stands with his arms crossed, his
expression stormy. His jaw clenches as he watches COACH DAVIS
pat Mayhem on the back, shouting encouragement.
COACH DAVIS
(booming)
Alright, Park! Lead us to the end
zone!
Bryce’s fists clench tighter, his resentment simmering.
ON THE FIELD
The QUARTERBACK takes his place behind the center as the team
lines up. Mayhem, positioned as a WIDE RECEIVER, crouches
into a ready stance, his eyes locked on the opposing team.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(excited)
And here we go, folks! The Wolves
are down by six with just under a
minute left in the half.
The ball is snapped, and the play begins. The quarterback
drops back, scanning the field as defenders rush toward him.
Mayhem sprints down the sideline, his speed and agility
leaving defenders scrambling to keep up.
CLOSE-UP ON MAYHEM
Mayhem’s eyes flash with intensity as he glances back at the
quarterback, signaling for the pass. The quarterback
hesitates, then launches the ball into the air.
SLOW MOTION SEQUENCE
The football spirals high above the field, cutting through
the night sky like a missile. The crowd holds its collective
breath as it arcs toward Mayhem, who leaps into the air, his
hands outstretched.
WIDE SHOT: THE CATCH
Mayhem snatches the ball mid-air, narrowly avoiding a tackle.
He lands on his feet and pivots sharply, dodging two more
defenders as he charges toward the end zone. The crowd
erupts, the roar deafening.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(cheering)
Park’s got it! He’s still on his
feet!
Mayhem barrels past the last defender, diving into the end
zone with the ball securely in his grip.
CLOSE-UP: MAYHEM CELEBRATING
Mayhem jumps to his feet, spiking the ball into the turf with
a grin that borders on cocky. He throws his arms into the
air, basking in the crowd’s adoration.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(shouting)
Touchdown! A stunning 45-yard Hail
Mary from Park to the end zone!
The crowd goes wild. Fans in the bleachers leap to their
feet, screaming and waving their arms. The cheerleaders break
into a triumphant chant, and the marching band kicks into an
upbeat victory tune.
SIDELINES: BRYCE’S REACTION
Bryce’s jaw tightens as he watches the team swarm Mayhem,
lifting him onto their shoulders. The spotlight shines
brightly on Mayhem, illuminating his triumph as the star
player. Bryce glances at TIFFANY, who’s clapping half-
heartedly, her gaze darting between Bryce and the field.
BRYCE (TO HIMSELF)
(flatly)
Great. Just great.
BACK ON THE FIELD
Mayhem points to the stands, hyping up the crowd. He makes a
show of flexing his muscles, grinning ear to ear as his
teammates slap him on the back. He locks eyes with Bryce on
the sidelines and gives him a quick salute, his grin turning
into a smirk.
MAYHEM (TO TEAMMATES)
(laughing)
Told you this would be easy.
The camera lingers on Bryce, his face a mixture of
frustration, jealousy, and self-doubt. The cheers of the
crowd seem to grow louder, drowning out his thoughts.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
(enthusiastic)
If you weren’t a believer in Cole
Park before, you are now! What a
play!
CUT TO: WIDE SHOT OF THE STADIUM
The entire stadium is alight with excitement. Fans wave
banners and scream Mayhem’s name. The scoreboard flashes
brightly, showing the Wolves pulling ahead by one point. The
energy in the air is electric, the Homecoming game reaching a
fever pitch.
The scene transitions seamlessly to Bryce storming into the
locker room, his frustration boiling over as the team
celebrates Mayhem’s touchdown.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Sports"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Desperate Measures
INT. MISCHIEF AND MAYHEM’S HOUSE - NIGHT
The house is eerily quiet, the dim lighting casting long
shadows on the walls. MAYHEM (COLE) paces back and forth in
the living room, his movements restless and erratic. His
usual bravado is replaced with visible unease.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) sits cross-legged on the couch, her demeanor
calm but calculating. She sips from a glass of wine, her
sharp eyes following Mayhem’s frantic pacing.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(agitated)
We’re running out of time. Bryce
isn’t cracking.
Mischief smirks, swirling her wine lazily.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(flatly)
You’re panicking. It’s not a good
look.
Mayhem stops abruptly, turning to glare at her.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(angrily)
I’m not panicking. I’m being
realistic. Lucifer’s breathing down
our necks, and all you’re doing is
sitting there, drinking wine like
it’s a damn vacation.
Mischief sets the glass down with a sharp clink, her smirk
fading as she leans forward.
Mayhem throws up his hands, his frustration spilling over.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Alright, genius. What’s your big
idea?
Mischief stands, brushing imaginary lint off her sleek black
dress. She crosses the room, her heels clicking against the
floor with deliberate precision.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We need someone who can get the job
done. Someone who isn’t afraid to
get their hands dirty.
Mayhem narrows his eyes, suspicion creeping into his voice.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(uneasy)
What are you talking about?
Mischief stops in front of him, her gaze sharp and
unwavering.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Belza.
The name hangs heavy in the air. Mayhem stiffens, his face
paling slightly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(softly)
Belza? Are you serious?
Mischief tilts her head, her smirk returning.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(deadpan)
No, I’m joking. Of course I’m
serious.
Mayhem takes a step back, shaking his head.
MAYHEM (COLE)
No way. That guy’s bad news. Even
by Hell’s standards.
Mischief crosses her arms, her voice sharp and unyielding.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Exactly. He’s bad news. And that’s
what we need.
Mayhem turns away, running a hand through his hair.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You don’t get it. Belza and I...
we’ve got history. It didn’t end
well.
Mischief raises an eyebrow, curiosity flickering across her
face.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Oh? Do tell.
Mayhem shoots her a glare, his tone snapping.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You think this is funny? The guy’s
a monster. Drugs, prostitution,
blackmail—he’s the king of
everything rotten. If we bring him
in, we’re handing him the keys to
Bryce’s soul.
Mischief steps closer, her voice lowering.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
And that’s exactly the point. We
don’t need finesse anymore, Mayhem.
We need results.
Mayhem stares at her, his jaw tightening.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(quietly)
If this goes wrong, we’re the ones
who’ll pay for it. You know that,
right?
Mischief smiles faintly, her tone chillingly calm.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Then don’t let it go wrong.
Mayhem exhales sharply, his resistance crumbling under her
gaze. He looks away, muttering under his breath.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
This is a bad idea.
Mischief places a hand on his shoulder, her voice softening
just enough to seem genuine.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Trust me. Belza will do exactly
what we need.
Mayhem sighs, nodding reluctantly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Fine. But you’re the one explaining
this to him.
Mischief grins, stepping back and grabbing her phone.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Already ahead of you.
She starts dialing, her smirk widening as the screen reflects
in her eyes. The camera lingers on Mayhem, his unease
palpable as he watches her. The faint growl of the house
whispers ominously in the background.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Bargaining in the Shadows
INT. THE SAINT - NIGHT
The Saint pulses with dark, chaotic energy. Once a grand
Catholic cathedral, it now serves as a grotesque testament to
excess and depravity. The towering stained-glass windows
still depict saints and martyrs, but now they’re illuminated
with flashing neon lights that distort their images, casting
eerie reflections across the walls.
The altar has been transformed into a sprawling bar, its
polished surface glittering with countless bottles of liquor.
The pews are gone, replaced by a massive dance floor where
revelers move wildly to thundering bass beats. Go-go dancers
in scanty, glittering outfits twist and grind in cages
suspended from the soaring vaulted ceiling, their shadows
flickering like phantoms.
The candle alcoves, once used for prayer, are now mini-bars,
each manned by bartenders mixing colorful drinks with
supernatural precision. A haze of smoke—half incense, half
something far less holy—hangs thick in the air, adding to the
surreal atmosphere.
CAMERA SWEEP: BEHIND THE ALTAR
Behind the altar, a darkened room glows faintly with red
light. Inside, nude dancers perform on sleek stages, their
movements hypnotic. Further back, the rectory, now
transformed into a brothel, hums with muffled laughter, soft
music, and whispered deals.
FOCAL POINT: THE ENTRANCE
At the grand entrance, beneath a grotesque reimagining of the
crucifix that now depicts a grinning skeleton, stands GINO
PARNELLI and his bodyguards. Gino, possessed by the demon
Belza, is the picture of slick, dangerous charm.
GINO PARNELLI: DESCRIPTION
Gino is a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s, with a
clean-shaven face that somehow manages to look both inviting
and menacing. His jet-black hair is slicked back, perfectly
styled, and his olive complexion gleams under the flickering
club lights. His eyes, an unnatural shade of golden amber,
are striking and predatory, giving away his demonic
possession.
Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit with a crimson
pocket square, Gino exudes the effortless elegance of a Mafia
boss who always gets what he wants.
His silver cufflinks, shaped like inverted crosses, glint
ominously as he gestures. A gold chain peeks out from beneath
his crisp white shirt, hinting at his wealth and vanity.
Beside him, his bodyguards, two hulking brutes in dark suits,
stand with their arms crossed, their imposing forms daring
anyone to step out of line.
MISCHIEF AND MAYHEM ENTER
Mischief (Sadie) and Mayhem (Cole) push through the club’s
grand double doors, the overwhelming sound of music, chatter,
and laughter crashing over them like a wave. Mayhem
hesitates, his usual bravado dimmed as his eyes dart
nervously around the club.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(smirking)
What’s the matter, Mayhem? Don’t
tell me the big, bad quarterback’s
scared.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(gritting his teeth)
I’m not scared. I just... don’t
trust him.
Mischief raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Belza’s unpredictable, sure. But
that’s why we need him. This isn’t
a high school pep rally. We need
someone who can play dirty.
Mayhem exhales sharply, his discomfort evident. They approach
Gino, who watches them with a lazy smile, his golden eyes
glinting.
The bodyguards step forward, blocking their path. One of
them, TONY, scowls.
TONY
Hold it. Who the hell are you?
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(coolly)
We’re here to see Belza.
The bodyguards exchange confused looks. Tony frowns, his hand
twitching toward the gun holstered beneath his jacket.
TONY
Belza? You mean Mr. Parnelli?
Mayhem steps forward, trying to recover.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Yeah, yeah. That’s what I meant.
Mr. Parnelli. We’ve got business
with him.
Tony narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious. Before he can say
more, Gino raises a hand, his voice smooth and commanding.
GINO (BELZA)
(smirking)
Let them through, boys.
The bodyguards hesitate but step aside. Mischief and Mayhem
exchange a brief glance before walking toward Gino.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
(gesturing)
Welcome to the Saint. What brings
two of Hell’s finest to my humble
establishment?
Gino’s voice drips with mockery, his sharp grin revealing a
glint of gold on one of his molars. Mayhem stiffens, but
Mischief steps forward, her confidence unwavering.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We need your help, Belza.
Gino tilts his head, his golden eyes narrowing.
GINO (BELZA)
Help, huh? (beat) That depends. Are
you here to bargain... or to beg?
Mischief’s smile tightens, and Mayhem shifts uneasily beside
her.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Let’s just say... it’s a mutually
beneficial opportunity.
Gino laughs, a low, dangerous sound that echoes through the
club. He gestures for them to follow, leading them deeper
into the chaos of the Saint, toward the private rooms behind
the altar.
The camera lingers on Mayhem’s face, his unease growing as
they disappear into the shadows.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
43 -
Temptations and Tensions
INT. THE SAINT - PRIVATE LOUNGE - NIGHT
Belza (in the body of Gino Parnelli) leads Mischief and
Mayhem into a lavish private lounge behind the altar. The
room is decadently decorated: velvet walls, crystal
chandeliers casting eerie glows, and a large leather sofa
dominating the center. An ornate bar is stocked with bottles
glowing faintly with supernatural energy.
Belza moves with the confidence of someone accustomed to
power, but there’s a twitchiness in his gestures—subtle but
telling. Mischief notices immediately, her sharp eyes
narrowing.
Belza pours himself a glass of blood-red liquor from the bar,
his golden eyes flicking toward them as they take their
seats.
GINO (BELZA)
(sipping)
Normally, I’d offer a toast. But
tonight’s different. Got a VIP
coming. Big deal. Hottest show on
TV.
Mischief leans back, crossing her legs with calculated ease.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(sarcastic)
Let me guess—one of those self-
righteous types who thinks they’re
too good to fall?
Belza chuckles darkly, his gold tooth catching the light.
GINO (BELZA)
You’d think so. But fame? Fame
makes them desperate. And
desperation...
He snaps his fingers, sending a small flame sparking into the
air.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
...makes them ours.
Mayhem shifts uncomfortably, glancing around the room.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(skeptical)
So why the nerves? You’ve done this
a thousand times.
Belza exhales sharply, setting his glass down with a clink.
GINO (BELZA)
It’s not just him. He’s bringing...
friends. And I don’t like
surprises.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(frowning)
Friends? What kind of friends?
Belza shrugs, his shoulders tense.
GINO (BELZA)
(darkly)
If I knew, I wouldn’t be anxious,
would I?
Belza walks to the bar, pouring himself another drink. He
downs it in one gulp before continuing.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
I’ve flown in the best temptresses
for the occasion. Every one of them
a masterpiece. You’d recognize some
of the names.
He lists them, his tone reverent.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
Eris the Enchantress. Lilith’s
understudy. Mara from the Paris
coven.
He pauses dramatically, turning to Mischief with a sly grin.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
And your old friend, Dahlia.
Mischief’s expression hardens, a flicker of annoyance
crossing her face. Mayhem raises an eyebrow, glancing between
them.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(amused)
Dahlia? What’s the story there?
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(coolly)
She’s talented, I’ll give her that.
But subtlety was never her strong
suit.
Belza chuckles, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
GINO (BELZA)
Dahlia’s many things, but subtle?
Nah. That’s why I like her.
He moves closer, his expression growing more serious.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
And then there’s the chemist.
Mischief raises an eyebrow.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
The chemist?
Belza grins, leaning against the bar.
GINO (BELZA)
A genius. New product. Calls it
Kat.
He snaps his fingers, and a vial of glowing blue powder
appears in his hand. He holds it up like a trophy, his golden
eyes gleaming.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
One hit of this, and they’re not
just tempted—they’re begging for
it. Money, power, sins they didn’t
even know they wanted... it’s all
on the table.
Mayhem looks uneasy, but Mischief’s expression sharpens with
interest.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
Sounds like overkill.
GINO (BELZA)
(grinning)
Overkill is my specialty.
Belza sets the vial down on the table between them. Mischief
leans forward, her tone shifting to something more
persuasive.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Speaking of specialties, Belza,
we’ve got a situation.
Belza tilts his head, his grin fading slightly.
GINO (BELZA)
Oh, I know. Lucifer’s been keeping
tabs on your little project.
Mischief’s gaze hardens, but she maintains her composure.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Then you know we need help. This
isn’t just another job. Bryce
Carter isn’t just another soul.
Belza takes a long moment to consider her words, swirling his
drink in his glass.
GINO (BELZA)
(flatly)
You want my resources, my
temptresses, my product... for a
high school quarterback?
Mayhem bristles at the dismissal, but Mischief cuts in
smoothly.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Not just a quarterback. A keystone.
If we fail, Lucifer won’t just be
mad—he’ll be looking for someone
else to blame.
Belza’s golden eyes narrow slightly, the weight of her words
sinking in.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(helpfully)
You help us, Belza, and it doesn’t
just save us. It puts you in
Lucifer’s good graces. Imagine what
that could mean for your...
operations.
Belza’s lips curl into a slow, calculating smile.
GINO (BELZA)
(smirking)
I like the way you think, Mischief.
He pushes off the bar, clapping his hands together.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
Alright. I’m in. But if this goes
sideways... don’t expect me to
stick my neck out.
Mischief stands, her smile razor-sharp.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Wouldn’t dream of it.
Belza gestures toward the glowing vial of Kat, his grin
returning.
GINO (BELZA)
Take it. Consider it a preview of
what we’re working with.
Mischief picks up the vial, examining it closely. Mayhem’s
unease grows, but he says nothing as they turn to leave.
GINO (BELZA) (CONT'D)
(calling after them)
Oh, and say hi to Dahlia for me.
The camera lingers on Belza as he watches them go, his golden
eyes glinting with amusement and something darker.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Supernatural","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
44 -
A Dark Alliance
INT. THE SAINT - VIP LOUNGE - NIGHT
The VIP lounge within the Saint exudes an aura of forbidden
luxury. Black leather couches curve around low glass tables,
each lit from below with a pulsing crimson glow. The air
smells of rich perfume, smoke, and faintly of blood. The
thrum of the bassline from the main dance floor vibrates the
walls, blending with muffled laughter and murmured
conversations.
At the center of the room, DAHLIA reclines on a throne-like
chair, effortlessly dominating the space. She is stunning,
her beauty both otherworldly and unnerving. Her hair is a
shimmering cascade of raven black, her skin pale and
flawless, glowing faintly under the red light. Her eyes, an
unnatural shade of violet, seem to pierce through anyone who
dares meet her gaze.
Dahlia wears a body-hugging black leather gown with deep
slits, revealing tattoos that curl and shimmer like moving
ink across her arms and collarbone. Her lips, painted blood-
red, curl into a faint smirk as she notices Mischief and
Mayhem enter.
Around her, a group of lesser demons disguised as humans
lounge lazily, their attention entirely on Dahlia. A glass of
glowing amber liquid rests in her hand, untouched.
DAHLIA
(slowly, with mock
delight)
Well, well. Look what the
underworld dragged in.
Mischief straightens, her smile tight but composed. Mayhem
glances at Mischief, uneasy, before stepping forward.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(nervously)
Hey, Dahlia. Been a while.
Dahlia raises an eyebrow, her gaze sliding to Mayhem with
faint amusement.
DAHLIA
(smiling faintly)
Still alive, Mayhem? I m impressed.
Thought you would've pissed off the
wrong demon by now.
Mayhem chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(cutting in)
We re not here for nostalgia.
Dahlia s violet eyes snap to Mischief, her smirk widening.
DAHLIA
Ah, Mischief. Always so... direct.
She leans forward slightly, her tone dripping with mockery.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
Still playing teacher s pet, I see.
Mischief s smile tightens, but she doesn't take the bait.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(smoothly)
Still clinging to your throne,
Dahlia?
The surrounding demons exchange nervous glances, but Dahlia
only laughs a low, melodic sound that echoes in the space.
DAHLIA
(smirking)
Throne, darling? This is a
temporary perch. My ambitions...
are much grander.
Mayhem coughs lightly, trying to diffuse the tension.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(sincerely)
Look, Dahlia, we re in a bind.
Belza said you re one of the best,
and...
Dahlia holds up a perfectly manicured hand, silencing him.
Her attention remains fixed on Mischief.
DAHLIA
(to Mischief)
You dragged him into this? How
quaint.
Mischief steps forward, her voice cold but controlled.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We don t have time for your games.
We need someone who can deliver.
Dahlia rises gracefully from her chair, the movement fluid
and predatory. She circles Mischief slowly, her eyes
narrowing as she assesses her.
DAHLIA
Deliver? You think you can just
waltz in here, drop Belza s name,
and I ll come running?
She stops directly in front of Mischief, their faces inches
apart. The tension between them crackles like electricity.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(calmly)
You re not afraid, are you?
The room falls silent. The lesser demons tense, their eyes
darting between the two women. Dahlia s smirk returns, but it
s colder now.
DAHLIA
(softly)
Afraid? Of you? Don t flatter
yourself.
Mayhem shifts uncomfortably, sensing the confrontation
escalating. He clears his throat loudly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(to Dahlia)
Look, it s not about pride. This is
about Lucifer s orders.
Dahlia s eyes flick to Mayhem, her expression softening
slightly with amusement.
DAHLIA
Lucifer s orders? Now that s
interesting.
She steps back, her gaze flicking between Mischief and
Mayhem.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
Alright, you've got my attention.
What s the job?
Mischief exhales slowly, her composure intact.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We re targeting Bryce Carter.
Dahlia raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
DAHLIA
The golden boy? The keystone? You
don t aim small, do you?
Mayhem nods quickly, his confidence returning.
MAYHEM (COLE)
That s why we need someone like
you. This isn't just about
corrupting him it s about breaking
him.
Dahlia considers this, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Then,
with a slow smile, she extends her hand.
DAHLIA
I m in. But I'll set the terms.
Mischief hesitates, but Mayhem quickly steps forward, shaking
Dahlia s hand before Mischief can protest.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Deal.
Dahlia s smile widens, and for a moment, her violet eyes
flash with something dark and hungry. She pulls her hand
away, glancing at Mischief with a triumphant look.
DAHLIA
Let s see if you two can keep up.
The camera lingers on Mischief s face, her eyes narrowing as
Dahlia moves back to her throne. The room hums with tension
as the music from the club grows louder.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Supernatural","Thriller","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
45 -
The Temptation of Freedom
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON
The sleek, black Maybach limo gleams under the sun, parked
conspicuously in the otherwise mundane high school parking
lot. Its tinted windows and custom chrome rims scream wealth
and exclusivity. A small crowd of students gathers nearby,
whispering and pointing.
MAYHEM (COLE) leans casually against the car, dressed in a
sharp, tailored suit that contrasts starkly with his usual
athletic gear. He tosses a football idly in one hand, his
confident grin aimed at the crowd.
In the distance, BRYCE emerges from the locker room, still in
his letterman jacket. He notices the car, his brow furrowing
as he approaches.
BRYCE
(suspicious)
What s with the limo, Mayhem? You
moonlighting as a chauffeur now?
Mayhem chuckles, straightening up and spinning the football
in his hand.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Nah, man. This? This is my uncle s
ride. He owns some pretty exclusive
spots in the city. Thought I d
borrow it for the night.
Bryce crosses his arms, his expression skeptical.
BRYCE
And why bring it here?
Mayhem leans in slightly, his grin widening.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Because I m inviting you to one of
those exclusive spots. You ve been
tense, man. You need to unwind.
Bryce glances at the limo again, his hesitation evident.
BRYCE
I don t know. Tiffany s expecting
me to
Mayhem cuts him off, his voice persuasive.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Come on, Bryce. You re always
worrying about what people expect
from you. Tonight s about what you
want. No strings, no pressure. Just
a good time.
Bryce hesitates, his defenses starting to waver. The crowd of
students murmurs behind them, clearly intrigued. Mayhem
notices and leans in closer.
MAYHEM (COLE) (CONT'D)
(low, smooth)
You re the golden boy, right? Doesn
t hurt to act like it every once in
a while.
Bryce exhales, glancing at the limo again. The allure of
escape, of breaking free from his responsibilities, begins to
sink in.
BRYCE
(reluctantly)
Alright. But just for a little
while.
Mayhem claps him on the back, his grin triumphant.
MAYHEM (COLE)
That s what I m talking about!
He opens the back door of the limo with a flourish. The
interior is a vision of luxury: black leather seats, a
glowing mini-bar, and soft neon lights casting an ambient
glow.
MAYHEM (COLE) (CONT'D)
(gesturing)
Your chariot awaits.
Bryce slides into the limo, still uncertain but intrigued.
Mayhem hops into the driver s seat, flashing a smirk at the
crowd before pulling out of the parking lot.
Genres:
["Drama","Coming-of-age","Teen"]
Ratings
Scene
46 -
A Journey of Self-Discovery
INT. MAYBACH LIMO - NIGHT (ON THE WAY TO THE CLUB)
The soft hum of the engine fills the silence as the city
lights streak past the tinted windows. Bryce sits in the
back, his arms crossed, trying to appear relaxed. Mayhem
glances at him through the rearview mirror, his tone casual.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You know, my uncle s club isn't
just some random spot. It s where
the real players hang out.
Athletes, actors, even a few CEOs.
Bryce raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite
himself.
BRYCE
And why am I getting the VIP
treatment?
Mayhem smirks, shifting gears smoothly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Because I see potential, man. You
re not just another quarterback.
You've got that it factor.
Bryce looks out the window, his expression softening
slightly.
BRYCE
(skeptical)
You really think so?
Mayhem s voice grows more serious, almost genuine.
MAYHEM (COLE)
I know so. And tonight? You re
gonna see what it s like to be on
top.
Bryce leans back in his seat, the tension in his shoulders
easing as the limo glides through the city.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
47 -
Entering The Saint
EXT. THE SAINT - NIGHT
The Maybach pulls up to the Saint, its once-grand gothic
facade now illuminated with deep red lights that cast long
shadows across the cobblestone street. A line of well-dressed
patrons snakes around the block, their chatter and laughter
filling the air.
The bouncers, two massive men in suits, step aside
immediately as the limo approaches. Mayhem leans out of the
driver s window, flashing a grin.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(to Bryce)
Told you. VIP.
The bouncers open the doors for them. Bryce steps out, his
eyes widening as he takes in the scene: the pounding music,
the glamorous crowd, and the ominous energy radiating from
the cathedral-turned-club.
BRYCE
(awed)
This is... intense.
Mayhem claps him on the back, steering him toward the
entrance.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Stick with me, and it only gets
better.
As they enter, the camera pans up to the flickering neon sign
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
48 -
The Trap at The Saint
above the doors: THE SAINT.
INT. THE SAINT - NIGHT
Inside, the club is alive with decadence. The pounding bass
reverberates through the air as strobe lights flash across
the writhing crowd on the dance floor. The once-sacred space
is a spectacle of corruption: go-go dancers gyrate in hanging
cages, bartenders mix glowing drinks at makeshift altars, and
whispers of illicit deals fill the candlelit alcoves.
Mayhem guides Bryce through the crowd, weaving past dancers
and partygoers. They approach a set of gilded stairs leading
to the VIP LOUNGE.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(leaning in)
This is where it gets interesting.
As they ascend, Mischief (Sadie) appears at the top of the
stairs, dressed in a sleek black gown that glitters faintly
under the low lights. She smirks as she sees Bryce, then
glances at Mayhem.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(approving)
You actually pulled it off.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning)
Told you I would.
Bryce looks between them, his curiosity turning to suspicion.
BRYCE
What s going on?
Mischief s smirk widens, her voice smooth and disarming.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Relax, Bryce. Tonight s about you.
The camera follows as they lead Bryce deeper into the VIP
lounge, toward a secluded corner where Dahlia waits. She
leans back on a plush velvet sofa, her violet eyes gleaming
as she spots their approach. The trap is set.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
49 -
Seduction in the Shadows
INT. THE SAINT - VIP LOUNGE - NIGHT
The VIP lounge glows with soft crimson light, casting long,
ominous shadows across the black leather furniture. The
muffled pulse of the bassline from the main club reverberates
faintly, a constant reminder of the chaos below.
At the far corner of the lounge, DAHLIA sits with an air of
effortless command. Her gown clings to her like liquid
obsidian, and her shimmering violet eyes seem to drink in
everything around her. A glass of glowing amber liquid rests
in her hand, untouched.
Mischief and Mayhem flank BRYCE, who looks out of place in
his letterman jacket and jeans. His eyes flicker nervously
over the room as Dahlia rises gracefully, her movements fluid
and predatory.
DAHLIA
(purring)
So this is the golden boy I ve
heard so much about.
Bryce frowns, shifting uncomfortably.
BRYCE
(suspicious)
And who are you?
Dahlia smiles, stepping closer. The glow of the crimson
lights reflects in her violet eyes, making them seem to swirl
with faint, hypnotic patterns.
DAHLIA
I m Dahlia. And tonight, I m here
for you.
Bryce glances at Mayhem, who smirks and gives him a
reassuring nod.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
Relax, man. Dahlia s cool.
Bryce s shoulders loosen slightly, but his unease remains.
Mischief watches silently, her expression unreadable.
DAHLIA
(to Bryce, softly)
You ve been carrying a heavy
weight, haven t you? Everyone
looking up to you. Everyone
expecting you to be perfect.
Bryce stiffens, but her words cut through his defenses.
Dahlia steps closer, her voice low and soothing.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
But you re not perfect, are you?
She leans in, her tone turning almost conspiratorial.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
No one is. And that s okay. Here,
you can let it all go.
Bryce swallows hard, her words stirring something raw within
him. Dahlia gently takes his hand, her touch cool and
electric.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
Come. Sit with me.
Bryce hesitates, glancing back at Mayhem and Mischief. Mayhem
gives him an encouraging grin, while Mischief s expression
remains unreadable. Finally, Bryce lets Dahlia lead him to
the plush velvet couch.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
(sweetly)
Would you like a drink? Something
to take the edge off?
Bryce hesitates again before nodding. Dahlia gestures to a
waiter, who quickly brings over a tumbler filled with an
amber liquid. Bryce takes the glass, staring at it for a
moment before taking a tentative sip.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
(smiling)
Good, isn t it?
Bryce nods, the alcohol easing his nerves. Dahlia leans back,
her violet eyes never leaving his.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
Tell me, Bryce. What s it like
being everyone s hero?
Bryce exhales sharply, his defenses lowering further.
BRYCE
(sighing)
It s... a lot. Sometimes I feel
like I can t mess up. Like one
mistake, and it all comes crashing
down.
Dahlia tilts her head, her expression soft and understanding.
DAHLIA
And does anyone ever ask what you
want?
Bryce shakes his head, his frustration bubbling to the
surface.
BRYCE
Not really. It s always about what
the team needs, or what my parents
expect, or what Tiffany thinks I
should be.
Dahlia leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a near-
whisper.
DAHLIA
What if, just for one night, it was
about what you wanted? No
expectations. No judgment.
Bryce stares at her, her words wrapping around him like a
spell. Dahlia smiles faintly and picks up a small vial of
glowing blue powder Kat from the table. She holds it between
her fingers, tilting it so the light catches its iridescent
glow.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
This... can help. Just one little
taste, and all that pressure melts
away.
Bryce s eyes widen as he stares at the vial.
BRYCE
(frowning)
Is that...
Dahlia places a finger over his lips, silencing him gently.
DAHLIA
(sweetly)
Shh. Don t think about it. Just
trust me.
She sprinkles a tiny amount of the powder into his drink,
stirring it with a delicate silver spoon. The liquid glows
faintly before returning to its original amber hue.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(interjecting, casually)
It s harmless. Just takes the edge
off.
Bryce looks between them, his hesitation clear. Dahlia leans
in closer, her voice soothing and irresistible.
DAHLIA
You deserve this, Bryce. One night
to just... let go.
Bryce exhales shakily and lifts the glass to his lips. He
hesitates for a heartbeat before taking a long sip. Dahlia s
smile widens, a flash of triumph in her violet eyes.
DAHLIA (CONT'D)
(softly)
There. Isn t that better?
Bryce nods, his posture relaxing as the drug takes hold. His
gaze becomes unfocused, a dreamy smile tugging at his lips.
BRYCE
(murmuring)
Yeah... better.
Dahlia leans back, draping her arm over the back of the couch
as she watches him with satisfaction. Mischief steps closer,
her tone low and urgent.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(whispering to Dahlia)
He needs to go further. We can t
just scratch the surface.
Dahlia waves her off with a lazy smile.
DAHLIA
Relax, darling. He s mine now.
The camera lingers on Bryce, his head tilting back against
the couch as the drug fully takes effect. His eyes flutter
shut, and the scene fades into a kaleidoscope of swirling
colors and distorted sounds.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
50 -
Viral Dance and Hidden Malice
INT. THE SAINT - MAIN DANCE FLOOR - NIGHT
The dance floor is a chaotic, pulsating sea of bodies moving
to the relentless bassline. The strobe lights flash in
hypnotic patterns, illuminating glimpses of writhing dancers,
sweat-soaked faces, and occasional flashes of devilish grins.
At the center of it all, BRYCE and DAHLIA are locked in a
heated, sensual dance. Bryce s movements are looser than
usual, his inhibitions stripped away by the Kat and Dahlia s
magnetic presence. She wraps her arms around his neck, her
body pressing against his as they sway in perfect rhythm.
ANGLE ON THE CROWD
At the edge of the dance floor, a group of football players
and cheerleaders, invited by Mischief, are watching with wide-
eyed disbelief.
* RYAN, one of Bryce s teammates, nudges his friend, laughing
loudly.
* KAYLA, a cheerleader, gasps, pulling out her phone to
record.
KAYLA
(laughing)
Oh my God, is that Bryce?!
RYAN
(grinning)
No way. Captain America s got
moves!
More phones come out as the classmates surround the dance
floor, capturing the steamy moment. Dahlia runs her fingers
through Bryce s hair, leaning in to whisper something
inaudible. Bryce nods lazily, a dazed grin on his face.
The videos start uploading to Instagram and TikTok, the
captions ranging from shocked to mocking:
* Bryce Carter gone wild???
* Your QB could never.
* Cheerleader boyfriend? More like club boyfriend.
The notifications explode with likes, comments, and reposts
as the videos spread like wildfire.
ANGLE ON MISCHIEF AND MAYHEM
On the VIP balcony, Mischief and Mayhem watch the scene
unfold with smug satisfaction. Mischief leans casually
against the railing, her gaze fixed on the glowing phones
below.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(amused)
Look at them. Hungry little wolves,
eating him alive.
Mayhem leans next to her, his grin faltering slightly as he
watches Bryce stumble slightly, catching himself against
Dahlia.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(uneasy)
Isn t this... overkill? The guy s
already spiraling.
Mischief shoots him a sharp look, her tone cold.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
No such thing as overkill. Bryce
isn t just anyone. He s a keystone.
If we re going to break him, we
have to shatter him.
Mayhem looks back at the dance floor, his unease growing as
Dahlia pulls Bryce closer, her hands roaming his chest.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
Yeah, but shatter him into what?
Mischief ignores the question, her focus on her phone as she
types furiously. A notification pings, and she smirks.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(to herself)
And just like that...
She shows Mayhem the screen: the videos of Bryce are trending
on social media, the comments filling with shock, mockery,
and scandal.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
...the golden boy falls.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
51 -
Schemes in the Shadows
INT. THE SAINT - BACK ROOM - NIGHT
In a dimly lit back room of the club, Mischief and Mayhem sit
at a sleek glass table, the faint hum of the bassline from
the dance floor vibrating the walls. A digital feed of the
club s security cameras plays on a nearby screen, showing
Bryce and Dahlia still dancing on the main floor.
Mischief scrolls through social media on her phone, her smirk
widening as the comments roll in.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(reading aloud)
Bryce Carter? Thought he was
supposed to be Mr. Perfect. Guess
not.
She laughs, leaning back in her chair. Mayhem, sitting across
from her, looks less amused, his arms crossed.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(flatly)
Congratulations. You ve turned him
into a meme. What s next?
Mischief tilts her head, considering him.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Next? We push him further. This?
This is just the beginning.
Mayhem frowns, his unease evident.
MAYHEM (COLE)
He s gonna wake up tomorrow and
hate himself. What s the point of
piling it on?
Mischief leans forward, her tone sharp.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
The point is to make sure there s
no going back. Once his spotless
image is gone, he ll be desperate.
Desperate people are easy to
corrupt.
Mayhem leans back, his expression unreadable.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(skeptical)
And what if he fights back? What if
he doesn t break?
Mischief s eyes flash with determination.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
He will. Everyone has a breaking
point. We just haven t hit his yet.
She glances at the security feed again, her gaze narrowing as
she watches Dahlia lead Bryce off the dance floor toward the
VIP section.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(smirking)
But we re getting close.
Mayhem doesn't respond, his unease growing as the weight of
their plan sinks in. The camera lingers on his conflicted
expression before cutting back to the security feed, where
Bryce stumbles after Dahlia, his classmates still filming and
laughing in the background.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
52 -
Viral Consequences
INT. BRYCE S BEDROOM - MORNING
The room is dim, the blinds drawn tight against the bright
morning sun. BRYCE lies sprawled on his bed, still in his
clothes from the night before. His letterman jacket is
crumpled on the floor, and his phone buzzes relentlessly on
the nightstand.
The room feels heavy with silence, except for the faint
vibrations of his phone. Bryce groans, reaching for it with a
sluggish hand.
ANGLE ON PHONE SCREEN
The lock screen is flooded with notifications:
* Dude, what happened last night?!
* Bro, check Instagram. You re trending!
* Tiffany s looking for you. She s PISSED.
A pit forms in Bryce s stomach as he swipes the screen and
opens Instagram. The first post he sees is a video of himself
and Dahlia dancing on the floor of The Saint. The video has
gone viral, with thousands of likes, comments, and reposts.
CLOSE-UP ON COMMENTS
* So much for golden boy. LOL.
* Guess Tiffany s not enough for him. Yikes.
* Bryce Carter? More like Bryce Wild!
Bryce stares at the screen, his expression crumbling as he
scrolls through more posts. The videos get worse: Dahlia
running her hands through his hair, him leaning into her, his
classmates cheering in the background.
He throws the phone onto the bed, burying his face in his
hands. The faint sound of his parents arguing downstairs
reaches his ears.
INT. KITCHEN - SAME MORNING
Downstairs, MR. CARTER and MRS. CARTER are mid-argument,
their voices sharp and filled with frustration.
MRS. CARTER
Did you see it?! Everyone in town
is talking about it!
MR. CARTER
I saw it, alright? But yelling
about it isn t going to fix
anything.
MRS. CARTER
He s throwing everything away! His
scholarship, his reputation
MR. CARTER
(angrily)
We ll handle it! But not like this.
Bryce stands at the top of the stairs, their voices echoing
in his ears. He swallows hard, his face pale as he slowly
retreats back to his room.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
53 -
Consequences of Recklessness
INT. BRYCE S BEDROOM - LATER
Bryce sits on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the
wall. His phone buzzes again, and this time he reluctantly
picks it up. A text from TIFFANY glares back at him.
TEXT FROM TIFFANY
We need to talk. Call me.
Bryce hesitates before typing back a short response.
TEXT FROM BRYCE
Not now.
He tosses the phone aside again, running his hands through
his hair. A faint knock on the door startles him, and he
looks up to see MAYHEM (COLE) leaning casually in the
doorway.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grinning)
Rough morning, huh?
Bryce glares at him, his voice tight with anger.
BRYCE
(angrily)
What the hell did you get me into?
Mayhem steps into the room, closing the door behind him. He
raises his hands in mock defense.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Hey, relax. Nobody forced you to
go.
Bryce stands, his fists clenched.
BRYCE
You said it d be fun. No pressure.
No strings. Now my life s a
dumpster fire.
Mayhem smirks, shrugging.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Come on, man. You re blowing this
out of proportion. So what? You
danced with a girl, had a little
fun. Big deal.
Bryce shakes his head, his voice cracking.
BRYCE
It s not just a little fun.
People are talking. My parents are
furious. Tiffany...
He trails off, collapsing back onto the bed. Mayhem s smirk
fades slightly, replaced by a flicker of discomfort.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(sincerely)
Look, it ll blow over. People
forget this stuff in a week.
Bryce doesn t respond, staring blankly at the wall. Mayhem
glances around the room, his unease growing. Finally, he
claps Bryce on the shoulder.
MAYHEM (COLE) (CONT'D)
(low)
Trust me. You ll bounce back. You
always do.
Bryce doesn t move as Mayhem leaves, closing the door softly
behind him.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
54 -
The Weight of Manipulation
INT. SAINT - BACK ROOM - SAME MORNING
Mischief lounges in a high-backed chair in Belza s private
office, scrolling through her phone.
The room is bathed in the faint red glow of the overhead
chandelier, the air thick with cigarette smoke.
Mayhem enters, his expression conflicted. Mischief glances
up, her smirk returning.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
How s our star quarterback?
MAYHEM (COLE)
(grimly)
He s cracking. But I don t know...
this feels...
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(cutting him off)
Don t say wrong. We re demons,
Mayhem. There s no right or
wrong for us.
Mayhem flops into a chair across from her, rubbing his face.
MAYHEM (COLE)
It just feels... off. He s not some
sleazebag looking for trouble. He s
a kid trying to do his best.
Mischief rolls her eyes, leaning forward.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Exactly. Which is why it s working.
You don t break someone like Bryce
with a single blow. You chip away,
piece by piece, until there s
nothing left.
Mayhem hesitates, his unease clear. Mischief s tone softens
slightly, though her determination remains.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(quietly)
This isn't about what feels right.
It s about what needs to happen.
She slides her phone across the table, showing him the latest
post of Bryce on the dance floor. The comments have only
grown more brutal.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(smirking)
He s on the edge, Mayhem. One more
push, and he s ours.
The camera lingers on Mayhem s conflicted expression as
Mischief leans back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
FADE OUT.
NT. HIGH SCHOOL - OUTDOOR BLEACHERS - DAY
The bleachers are mostly empty, the faint buzz of students in
the distance filling the air. BRYCE sits alone, staring out
at the football field, his expression heavy with guilt. His
letterman jacket is draped over the bench beside him.
TIFFANY approaches, her steps deliberate. She’s dressed in
her cheer uniform, but her usual bright demeanor is replaced
with a look of steely resolve. Bryce notices her and stands,
hopeful but hesitant.
BRYCE
(softly)
Tiffany...
She holds up a hand, stopping him.
TIFFANY
(flatly)
Don’t.
Bryce’s face falls, the weight of the situation sinking in.
BRYCE
I can explain—
TIFFANY
(cutting him off)
Explain what? That you went behind
my back? That you let some girl
grind all over you while the whole
school watched?
Her voice trembles with anger, but there’s hurt beneath it.
Bryce looks away, ashamed.
BRYCE
It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t
thinking...
TIFFANY
(snarling)
You weren’t thinking because of
them.
Bryce looks at her, confused.
BRYCE
(slowly)
Sadie and Cole?
Tiffany nods, her voice firm.
TIFFANY
They’re trouble, Bryce. Worse than
trouble. I don’t know what they’ve
done to you, but you’re not the
same.
Bryce’s expression hardens defensively.
BRYCE
They’re my friends. They’ve been
there for me.
Tiffany steps closer, her voice low but urgent.
TIFFANY
Friends? Bryce, open your eyes.
They’re using you. Whatever they’re
doing, it’s not normal.
Bryce flinches at the accusation, his voice rising.
BRYCE
You don’t know them like I do.
Tiffany shakes her head, her expression pained.
TIFFANY
No, I don’t. And I don’t want to.
She hesitates, her voice softening slightly.
TIFFANY (CONT'D)
Bryce, I care about you. I really
do. But I can’t be around this.
Around them.
Her words hit Bryce like a blow, and he steps back, stunned.
BRYCE
You’re breaking up with me?
Tiffany’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, but her resolve
doesn’t waver.
TIFFANY
You need to figure this out. And
until you do... yeah, I am.
Bryce looks down, his voice barely a whisper.
BRYCE
I didn’t mean for any of this to
happen.
Tiffany exhales shakily, her tone soft but firm.
TIFFANY
I know. But it did.
She starts to walk away, then pauses, turning back to him.
TIFFANY (CONT'D)
(quietly)
Stay away from them, Bryce. Sadie
and Cole... they’re evil. And if
you don’t cut them out of your
life, they’ll ruin you.
With that, she walks away, leaving Bryce standing alone under
the bleachers. He watches her go, the weight of her words
settling heavily on him.
The camera lingers on Bryce’s conflicted expression as he
slumps back onto the bench, staring out at the empty field.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
55 -
A Father's Concern
INT. CHURCH - RECTORY OFFICE - DAY
The room is modest and warm, with shelves lined with books on
theology and a simple wooden crucifix hanging on the wall.
FATHER MARTIN, a kind-looking man in his late 50s, sits
behind a desk cluttered with papers. His expression is one of
calm attentiveness as he listens to MR. and MRS. CARTER, who
sit across from him, visibly distressed.
MRS. CARTER
(tearing up)
Father, we don t know what s
happened to Bryce. He s always been
so... good. Focused. But lately...
She trails off, her hands trembling. Mr. Carter places a
steadying hand over hers, though his own expression is tight
with worry.
MR. CARTER
He s been acting out. Staying out
late, avoiding his
responsibilities... and now this.
He pulls out his phone and slides it across the desk. Father
Martin picks it up, his brow furrowing as he watches the
video of Bryce and Dahlia on the dance floor of the Saint.
The priest s face darkens slightly as he sets the phone down.
FATHER MARTIN
(softly)
I see why you re concerned.
Mrs. Carter wipes her eyes, her voice cracking.
MRS. CARTER
That s not him, Father. That s not
our son. He s always been
disciplined, respectful. Now it s
like he s... someone else.
Father Martin leans forward, his tone gentle but firm.
FATHER MARTIN
Have you spoken to Bryce about
this?
MR. CARTER
We ve tried. He shuts us out. Says
we don t understand, that he s just
stressed. But it s more than that.
Mrs. Carter nods, her voice trembling.
MRS. CARTER
(sobbing)
It s like he s slipping away from
us.
Father Martin studies them for a moment, his expression
thoughtful. He folds his hands on the desk.
FATHER MARTIN
Sometimes, when young people stray
from the path, it s because they re
searching for something they can t
name. A sense of purpose, a way to
cope with the pressures of life.
He pauses, his voice growing more serious.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
But other times... there are darker
forces at work.
Mr. Carter s expression hardens, his skepticism evident.
MR. CARTER
(uneasy)
You re not saying this is...
supernatural?
Father Martin hesitates, choosing his words carefully.
FATHER MARTIN
Not necessarily. But I ve seen
cases where individuals are drawn
into places and situations that...
distort their spirit. It could be
temptation, or it could be
something more.
Mrs. Carter leans forward, desperate.
MRS. CARTER
What can we do, Father? How do we
help him?
Father Martin considers for a moment before standing and
walking to a nearby shelf. He pulls down an old, worn Bible
and sets it on the desk.
FATHER MARTIN
Bryce needs guidance. Love and
support from you both, but also...
spiritual protection.
He flips through the pages, stopping at a passage. He points
to it, his voice steady.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
Start by praying for him. Every
day. Together.
He looks up, his gaze intense.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
And I d like to speak with Bryce.
One-on-one. Sometimes it takes an
outside voice to break through.
The Carters exchange a glance, their hesitation clear.
MR. CARTER
Do you really think thatll help?
Father Martin places a reassuring hand on the Bible.
FATHER MARTIN
I believe it s a step in the right
direction. And if there s more at
play here... I'll know.
Mrs. Carter nods, her voice barely above a whisper.
MRS. CARTER
We'll bring him to you.
Father Martin smiles gently.
FATHER MARTIN
Good. In the meantime, stay close
to him. Let him know he s not
alone.
As the Carters stand to leave, Father Martin s expression
grows more serious. He watches them go, then glances back at
the phone on his desk. His fingers tighten slightly around
the Bible.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
(to himself)
Lord, give me wisdom for what lies
ahead.
EXT. CHURCH - LATER
The Carters step out of the rectory, the weight of the
conversation still heavy on their shoulders. Mrs. Carter
clutches her husband s arm as they walk toward their car.
MRS. CARTER
(quietly)
Do you think this will help him?
Mr. Carter sighs, his eyes distant.
MR. CARTER
I don t know. But we have to try.
The camera lingers on them as they drive away, their faces
etched with worry. In the background, the church looms, its
steeple silhouetted against the gray sky.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
56 -
Trapped in Shadows
INT. SAINT - BACK ROOM - NIGHT
The back room of the Saint feels darker than usual, the red
glow of the overhead lights casting long, flickering shadows
on the walls. Mischief lounges in a high-backed chair, her
boots propped on the table. A faint smirk plays on her lips
as she scrolls through her phone.
Mayhem paces nearby, his usual swagger replaced with restless
energy. He stops to glance at the security feeds on a
monitor, showing patrons moving through the club s various
decadent spaces.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(agitated)
They went to a priest?
Mischief chuckles, her eyes never leaving her phone.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(amused)
Of course they did. Parents like
the Carters? It was only a matter
of time.
Mayhem turns to her, his brow furrowed.
MAYHEM (COLE)
You re not worried? Priests can
be... tricky.
Mischief sets her phone down, her smirk widening.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Father Martin? Please. He s
harmless. A little holy water and a
few Bible verses aren t going to
stop what we ve started.
She leans back, crossing her arms behind her head.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
In fact, this might work in our
favor.
Mayhem raises an eyebrow, skeptical.
MAYHEM (COLE)
How?
Mischief sits forward, her tone turning sharp and confident.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Think about it. Bryce is already
cracking under the pressure. Now
his parents are dragging him to
church, treating him like some kind
of project.
She spreads her hands, her grin taking on a wicked edge.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
Nothing says you re a failure
like your parents handing you over
to a priest.
Mayhem pauses, considering her words. He exhales sharply,
rubbing the back of his neck.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Okay, maybe you ve got a point. But
what if Father Martin gets through
to him?
Mischief snorts, rolling her eyes.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
He won t. Bryce is too far in. The
humiliation, the guilt it s already
eating him alive.
She picks up her phone again, scrolling through social media
posts of Bryce s dance floor escapade. She laughs softly,
shaking her head.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
(gleefully)
And it s all right here. Every
like, every comment... it s like
carving his soul piece by piece.
Mayhem leans against the wall, his expression conflicted.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(quietly)
Yeah, but what if we re wrong? What
if this backfires?
Mischief looks up at him, her smirk fading slightly. For a
moment, there s a flicker of something in her eyes doubt, or
perhaps annoyance. She stands, walking toward him.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(low, firm)
We re not wrong. Bryce is ours.
(MORE)
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
The priest, the parents, Tiffany
they re just noise.
She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
And if Father Martin tries to play
the hero... we ll deal with him.
Mayhem meets her gaze, his unease still evident. But he nods
reluctantly.
MAYHEM (COLE)
Alright. So what s the next move?
Mischief grins, her confidence returning. She walks back to
the table, picking up a vial of Kat from the surface and
holding it up to the light.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Next, we make sure Bryce has
nowhere to run.
She sets the vial down and pulls out her phone, typing
quickly. Mayhem watches her, his unease deepening.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
And what if he breaks completely?
Mischief pauses, glancing up at him. Her smile turns cold.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Then we win.
The camera lingers on her as she hits "send," her eyes
gleaming with determination. The scene cuts to her phone
screen, where she s uploaded another video of Bryce from the
club, captioned:
The golden boy's new low. #BryceGoneWild
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
57 -
Guidance in the Shadows
INT. CHURCH - RECTORY OFFICE - DAY
The office feels serene but imposing, the faint scent of old
books and wood polish lingering in the air. FATHER MARTIN
sits behind his desk, his expression calm but watchful.
Across from him, BRYCE slouches in the chair, his shoulders
hunched and his face drawn with exhaustion.
The awkward silence stretches between them, broken only by
the distant echo of the church bell.
FATHER MARTIN
(softly)
Thank you for coming, Bryce.
Bryce shrugs, avoiding eye contact. His fingers tap anxiously
on the arm of the chair.
BRYCE
My parents didn't exactly give me a
choice.
Father Martin nods, unbothered by the hostility.
FATHER MARTIN
Parents often act out of love. Even
when it doesn't feel that way.
Bryce scoffs, leaning back in his chair.
BRYCE
They think I ve lost it. Like I m
some kind of... delinquent or
something.
Father Martin studies him for a moment, his tone gentle but
probing.
FATHER MARTIN
Have you?
Bryce looks up sharply, caught off guard by the question. He
frowns, his defensiveness giving way to a flicker of
vulnerability.
BRYCE
(quietly)
I don t know.
Father Martin leans forward slightly, folding his hands on
the desk.
FATHER MARTIN
Tell me what s been going on,
Bryce. Start wherever you feel
comfortable.
Bryce hesitates, his eyes darting around the room. Finally,
he exhales heavily.
BRYCE
It s like... I m supposed to be
perfect all the time. The team, my
parents, Tiffany they all have
these expectations. And I m just...
He trails off, rubbing his face with his hands.
FATHER MARTIN
(tentatively)
Exhausted?
Bryce nods slowly.
BRYCE
Yeah. And then Mayhem comes along,
acting like he gets it. Like he
knows what it s like. He said I
could just... let go for one night.
Father Martin s expression hardens slightly at the mention of
Mayhem, but he keeps his tone neutral.
FATHER MARTIN
And did it help? Letting go?
Bryce shakes his head, his voice cracking.
BRYCE
No. It just made everything worse.
Now everyone s talking about me
like I m some kind of joke.
He leans forward, burying his face in his hands. Father
Martin lets the silence linger for a moment before speaking.
FATHER MARTIN
Bryce, the pressure you re feeling
it s real. And it s heavy. But
sometimes, when we re desperate for
relief, we re tempted to take
shortcuts.
Bryce looks up, his brow furrowing.
BRYCE
Shortcuts?
Father Martin nods, his voice firm but kind.
FATHER MARTIN
Shortcuts that promise freedom but
lead to chains.
(MORE)
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
Choices that seem easy in the
moment but carry consequences we
don t see until it s too late.
Bryce s jaw tightens, the weight of the priest s words
sinking in.
BRYCE
(low)
You think I ve already screwed up
too much?
Father Martin s expression softens, and he shakes his head.
FATHER MARTIN
I think it s never too late to turn
back.
He pauses, studying Bryce carefully.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
But I also think you re being
pulled in two directions. And the
people pulling you they don t have
your best interests at heart.
Bryce tenses, a flicker of unease crossing his face.
BRYCE
You re talking about Mayhem?
Father Martin hesitates, then nods.
FATHER MARTIN
I don t know him, but something
tells me he s not leading you
toward the light.
Bryce s fists clench on the armrests.
BRYCE
(low)
He s not that bad. He s... just
trying to help.
Father Martin leans forward, his tone firm.
FATHER MARTIN
Is he? Or is he trying to convince
you that falling is easier than
standing?
Bryce stares at him, the question hanging heavily in the air.
Before he can respond, the faint sound of whispering fills
the room. It s subtle at first, like the rustle of leaves,
but it grows louder, more insistent.
Father Martin glances around, his brow furrowing.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
Do you hear that?
Bryce frowns, shaking his head.
BRYCE
Hear what?
The whispering crescendos, filling the air with a ,
unintelligible hiss. The light in the room dims slightly, the
shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. Father
Martin grips the crucifix on his desk, his voice steady.
FATHER MARTIN
(softly)
You re not welcome here.
Bryce s confusion turns to alarm as the temperature in the
room drops suddenly. He looks at Father Martin, who has
closed his eyes in silent prayer.
The whispering abruptly stops, and the light returns to
normal. Bryce exhales shakily, glancing around the room.
BRYCE
What just happened?
Father Martin opens his eyes, his expression grave.
FATHER MARTIN
You re in the middle of a battle,
Bryce. And it s not just about you.
Bryce s brow furrows, the weight of the words settling
heavily on him.
BRYCE
(softly)
What do I do?
Father Martin stands, placing a hand on Bryce s shoulder.
FATHER MARTIN
Stay close to the people who love
you. Stay away from the ones who
want to use you. And...
He hands Bryce a small, leather-bound Bible.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
Pray. Even if it feels silly, even
if you re not sure anyone s
listening. Just pray.
Bryce takes the Bible hesitantly, staring down at it.
FATHER MARTIN (CONT'D)
You re not alone, Bryce. Remember
that.
Bryce nods slowly, standing. He hesitates at the door,
glancing back at the priest.
BRYCE
Thanks, Father.
Father Martin watches him leave, his expression heavy with
concern. Once the door closes, he exhales, gripping the
crucifix tightly.
FATHER MARTIN
(softly)
Lord, protect him. And give me
strength for what comes next.
Genres:
["Drama","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
58 -
The Weight of Darkness
EXT. CHURCH - LATE AFTERNOON
Bryce walks out of the church, the Bible clutched loosely in
his hand. He stares at the setting sun, his thoughts racing.
The faint sound of laughter echoes behind him, but when he
turns, no one is there.
He shivers and begins walking, the shadows around him seeming
to grow longer as he disappears into the fading light.
FADE OUT.
INT. MISCHIEF AND MAYHEM S HOUSE - NIGHT
The living room is cloaked in unnatural shadows, the
flickering light from a lone, dim lamp casting eerie shapes
across the walls. MISCHIEF sits on the couch, legs crossed,
scrolling through her phone. MAYHEM paces nervously, his
footsteps heavy against the hardwood floor.
The atmosphere in the house feels heavier than usual, as
though the air itself is pressing down on them.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(uneasy)
Something s off. Can you feel that?
Mischief doesn't look up from her phone, her tone dismissive.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You re always nervous. Relax.
Mayhem stops pacing, glaring at her.
MAYHEM (COLE)
This is different, Mischief. It
feels... wrong.
Before Mischief can respond, the room grows colder. The light
flickers violently, plunging them into total darkness. A low,
guttural growl fills the air, sending a chill down their
spines.
Suddenly, the shadows on the walls begin to twist and
converge in the center of the room, forming the imposing
figure of SATAN. His presence is overwhelming, his tailored
black suit and blood-red tie immaculate. His piercing eyes
glow like molten gold, and a faint aura of smoke surrounds
him.
SATAN
(low, menacing)
You've attracted Lucifer s
attention. And not in the way you
hoped.
Mischief stiffens, her bravado faltering as she puts her
phone down. Mayhem takes a step back, swallowing hard.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(slowly)
We ve got everything under control.
Satan s laugh is cold and mocking, filling the room like
thunder.
SATAN
(taunting)
Under control? Bryce Carter just
walked out of a church clutching a
Bible. Does that sound like control
to you?
Mayhem glances nervously at Mischief, who clenches her fists,
her voice defensive.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
It s a setback, not a failure.
Satan steps closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.
SATAN
Lucifer doesn't tolerate setbacks.
The walls tremble, the shadows darkening as Satan towers over
them.
SATAN (CONT'D)
You were given a simple task. Break
him. Corrupt him. Deliver his soul.
And yet here we are, with Bryce
Carter closer to redemption than
damnation.
Mayhem tries to muster some confidence, his voice shaky.
MAYHEM (COLE)
We've still got time. We can
Satan s gaze snaps to Mayhem, silencing him instantly. The
temperature in the room drops further, their breath visible
in the frigid air.
SATAN
(interrupting)
No. Time is a luxury you no longer
have.
He steps even closer, his presence suffocating.
SATAN (CONT'D)
Lucifer is livid. He has no
patience for incompetence. If you
fail...
Satan pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.
Mischief and Mayhem exchange a worried glance.
SATAN (CONT'D)
...you won t just burn. You'll
serve. For eternity.
Mayhem frowns, his voice barely above a whisper.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(quietly)
Serve who?
Satan s grin widens, his teeth gleaming like daggers.
SATAN
Belza.
Mischief s eyes narrow, and she takes a defiant step forward.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Belza? That two-bit pimp? We re
leagues above him.
Satan chuckles darkly, his tone dripping with menace.
SATAN
Not if you fail. If Bryce Carter s
soul isn't ours by week s end, you'
ll spend eternity scrubbing Belza'
s floors and catering to his every
whim.
The room grows darker still, the shadows reaching out toward
them like clawed hands.
SATAN (CONT'D)
(low, threatening)
Imagine it. You, bound to his
brothels, his drug dens, his filth.
A fitting end for failures.
Mischief s confidence wavers, but she straightens her
shoulders, her voice cold.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
That s not going to happen. We'll
deliver.
Satan studies her for a long moment before smirking faintly.
SATAN
(smoothly)
For your sake, I hope so.
He turns to Mayhem, his grin fading.
SATAN (CONT'D)
(quietly)
You, on the other hand... you re
starting to doubt. Aren t you?
Mayhem freezes, his face pale.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(nervously)
No. I m just...
Satan cuts him off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
SATAN
Spare me your excuses. Doubt is a
poison. One that will destroy you
if you let it.
He steps back, his molten eyes glowing brighter.
SATAN (CONT'D)
You have one chance left. Don t
waste it.
With a final, chilling laugh, Satan vanishes in a burst of
smoke and flame. The room returns to normal, though the
oppressive tension lingers. Mischief exhales sharply, her
fists clenched.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(quietly)
We need to finish this. Now.
Mayhem nods reluctantly, his unease etched across his face.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
Yeah. Let s do it.
The camera lingers on them, the faint growling of the house
whispering ominously in the background.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Supernatural","Thriller","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
59 -
Confronting Darkness
EXT. CHURCH STEPS - NIGHT
The church steps glow faintly in the moonlight, the air heavy
with tension. BRYCE sits slumped on the cold stone, the Bible
resting beside him. His face is etched with despair, his
shoulders heavy with the weight of his choices.
CASSIE appears quietly at the base of the steps, her
movements soft and deliberate. She climbs up and stops in
front of him, her kind eyes meeting his.
CASSIE
(softly)
Hey, Bryce.
Bryce looks up, startled.
BRYCE
Cassie? What are you doing here?
Cassie sits beside him, her voice calm but knowing.
CASSIE
I could ask you the same thing.
Bryce shakes his head, staring at the Bible in silence.
BRYCE
I don’t even know anymore.
Cassie leans forward, her tone steady.
CASSIE
You’re searching. That’s why you’re
here.
Bryce scoffs bitterly.
BRYCE
What’s the point? No matter what I
do, I screw it up.
Cassie reaches out, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.
CASSIE
It’s not about being perfect,
Bryce. It’s about choosing to keep
going.
Bryce frowns, his voice trembling.
BRYCE
What if I’m not strong enough?
Cassie stands, and the air around her begins to shimmer
faintly. Her form takes on an ethereal glow, and her voice
resonates with quiet authority.
CASSIE
Then let someone help you. You’re
not alone, Bryce. You never were.
Bryce stares at her, awe and confusion mixing in his
expression.
BRYCE
(whispering)
What... what are you?
Before she can answer, the shadows on the steps twist and
writhe.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) and MAYHEM (COLE) emerge from the darkness,
their human forms flickering faintly with demonic energy.
Mischief smirks, holding an ornate contract glowing with
fiery red script. Mayhem lingers behind her, his expression
tense.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(taunting)
Bryce, Bryce, Bryce. Always looking
for a savior.
Cassie steps protectively in front of him, her tone firm.
CASSIE
You’re not welcome here.
Mischief’s smirk widens, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Oh, sweetheart, we’re exactly where
we’re meant to be.
Mayhem shifts uneasily, his eyes darting to Cassie.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(low)
Something’s off.
Mischief glares at him, her voice snapping.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Pull yourself together.
She turns her attention back to Bryce, holding out the
contract.
MISCHIEF (SADIE) (CONT'D)
Bryce, this is your moment. Sign
this, and all the pain, all the
guilt—it’s gone.
Bryce hesitates, his hand trembling as he looks at the
contract. Cassie steps closer, her voice resolute.
CASSIE
Don’t listen to her. You know
what’s right.
Mischief snarls, her human form flickering as her true
demonic self briefly shows: jagged horns, blazing eyes, and a
cruel, twisted face.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(furious)
Stay out of this!
The church doors creak open, and FATHER MARTIN steps out,
holding a crucifix in one hand and a vial of holy water in
the other. His expression is calm but commanding.
FATHER MARTIN
(steadily)
In nomine Patris, et
Filii, et Spiritus
Sancti... (In the name of
the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Spirit...)
The crucifix glows faintly, and Mischief and Mayhem recoil
slightly. Mischief hisses, her voice venomous.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You think your little prayers will
stop us?
Father Martin steps forward, uncapping the vial of holy
water.
FATHER MARTIN
Let’s see.
With a swift motion, he flings the holy water onto Mischief.
She screams as the water sizzles against her skin, burning
like acid. Smoke rises as she stumbles back, her form
flickering violently.
Mayhem takes a step back, his hands raised defensively.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(pleading)
We don’t have to do this, Mischief.
Father Martin turns to Mayhem, his voice calm but firm.
FATHER MARTIN
It’s not too late to stop.
Mayhem hesitates, his gaze flicking to Bryce. For a moment,
his human form falters, and his true self—a weary, conflicted
demon—shines through.
MAYHEM (COLE)
(quietly)
I’m done.
Mischief glares at him, her voice sharp.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Coward.
Bryce steps forward, clutching the Bible tightly. His voice
is steady, filled with newfound strength.
BRYCE
You don’t own me.
Mischief turns to him, her eyes blazing.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
What did you say?
Bryce opens the Bible, and a brilliant light erupts from its
pages, flooding the steps. Mischief screams, her form
disintegrating as the light engulfs her. Mayhem shields his
eyes but does not resist as the light consumes him as well.
The shadows retreat, leaving the steps bathed in warm, golden
light.
EXT. CHURCH STEPS - DAWN
The first rays of sunlight break over the horizon,
illuminating the church and its surroundings. Bryce stands on
the steps, clutching the Bible to his chest. Cassie, her
angelic glow now subdued, smiles gently beside him.
Father Martin places a hand on Bryce’s shoulder, his tone
kind.
FATHER MARTIN
You’ve taken the first step. The
rest is up to you.
Bryce looks at the horizon, a sense of peace and resolve
washing over him.
BRYCE
(softly)
I’m ready.
The camera pans upward, capturing the warm glow of the rising
sun as it envelops the church.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Supernatural","Spiritual"]
Ratings
Scene
60 -
Demon Duties at Belza's Club
INT. BELZA’S CLUB - DAY
The once-grand cathedral, now a grotesquely lavish nightclub
and brothel, is bustling with activity. The dance floor
glitters under gaudy neon lights, while go-go dancers gyrate
in cages above. The smell of cheap cologne and stale liquor
hangs heavy in the air.
At the bar, BELZA, in his usual slick suit, lounges on a high
stool. He’s the epitome of smug satisfaction, sipping an
elaborate cocktail with a tiny umbrella sticking out of it.
BELZA
(lazily)
Ah, nothing like the smell of sin
in the morning.
Nearby, MISCHIEF (SADIE) and MAYHEM (COLE) are cleaning the
sticky bar floor with toothbrushes. Mischief’s once-perfect
hair is tied back haphazardly, her face flushed with rage.
Mayhem, drenched in sweat, grimaces as he scrubs at an
unidentifiable stain.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
(grumbling)
This is a joke.
Mayhem glances at her, his voice deadpan.
MAYHEM (COLE)
No, this is hell.
Belza leans back, watching them with a wide grin.
BELZA
Cheer up, you two. You’re making
the place sparkle.
Mischief stands abruptly, pointing her toothbrush at Belza.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
We’re demons, Belza! Not janitors!
Belza waves her off, sipping his cocktail.
BELZA
(lazily)
You’re whatever I say you are.
Mayhem groans, sitting back on his heels.
MAYHEM (COLE)
This is what we get for working
with you. I told her this was a bad
idea.
Mischief glares at him, jabbing her toothbrush in his
direction.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
Oh, don’t you start. This is your
fault too, “Mr. Let’s Convince
Bryce With a Limo Ride.”
Belza chuckles, tossing a peanut into his mouth.
BELZA
Now, now, no need to argue. You’ve
got all eternity to bicker.
Mischief storms over to him, her voice sharp.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
You don’t need us scrubbing floors,
Belza. Put us to better use!
Belza strokes his chin theatrically, pretending to think.
BELZA
Hmm... better use, you say?
He snaps his fingers, and a slime-covered mop bucket
materializes beside them. Mischief and Mayhem recoil from the
smell.
BELZA (CONT'D)
How about cleaning the bathrooms?
I’ve heard things in there that
would terrify even me.
Mayhem groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
MAYHEM (COLE)
This is worse than anything Lucifer
could’ve come up with.
Belza laughs heartily, clapping his hands.
BELZA
That’s the spirit! Now hop to it.
Those urinals aren’t going to clean
themselves.
Defeated, Mischief and Mayhem grab the mop bucket and trudge
toward the back of the club. A patron stumbles out of the
bathroom, waving a hand in front of his nose.
PATRON
(shouting)
Good luck in there!
Mayhem pauses at the door, looking at Mischief.
MAYHEM (COLE)
If we ever get out of this, remind
me to punch you.
Mischief sighs, holding the bathroom door open for him.
MISCHIEF (SADIE)
If we ever get out of this, remind
me to punch myself.
The door creaks shut behind them, and a loud gagging noise
echoes from inside. Belza sips his drink, chuckling to
himself as he gestures to a bartender.
BELZA
Make a note. I love this job.
The camera pans out, showing the club in full swing as
Mischief and Mayhem’s muffled arguing continues from the
bathroom.