The engine roars, a deep, primal growl as the front tires of
the car blur as they grip the asphalt, spinning furiously.
The rims shimmer in the light, catching glints of the
surrounding world as the car's speed transforms them into a
metallic blur.
2 EXT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - DAY 2
Heavy grunts punctuate the air, mingling with the sharp sound
of shattering glass and pounding footsteps.
3 INT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 3
A large hand closes tightly around TIMOTHY STEWART’S (30)
throat - his gaunt, red face framed by thin, disheveled hair.
Frantic and desperate, Stewart thrashes against the unseen
assailant pushing him violently back.
The fridge rattles as Stewart crashes into it, his eyes wide
with fear. An imposing figure thrusts a gun inches from his
face. Stewart reacts instinctively, deflecting it away just
as a - BANG
Reverberates through the kitchen. Stewart's rage ignites like
a flash fire. In a split second, he sends his attacker –
WALTER KINCAID (55) crashing against the wall with a raw,
primal energy. A terrified scream slices through the air.
Stewart spins, chest heaving, locking eyes with JENNIFER
KINCAID (50), her limbs trembling. Her messy blond hair
clings to her face in sweat. She clutches her daughter, SARAH
(10), wide-eyed and terrified.
4 EXT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - DAY 4
A car’s front tire hits the curb with a thud. The door swings
open, and WILLIAM “BILL” EDGE (45), square jawline, military
haircut, and barrel chest leaps out clad in a black FBI
sweatsuit, urgency emanating from him like heat.
2.
5 INT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 5
With a wild look, Stewart struggles for breath, glaring
venomously at Jennifer. His gaze shifts back to Kincaid,
sprawled motionless across the room.
He notices the FBI badge glinting on Kincaid’s belt, and a
crooked smile creeps across his face. Jennifer, her breath
catches, shallow and uneven, her eyes glistening with tears
extends her trembling hand.
JENNIFER
(pleading, desperate)
Please... I’ll do anything. Just
don’t hurt him.
Stewart sneers, his lip curling into a vicious, twisted grin
as he licks the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
STEWART
Fuck you bitch! You’re going to
watch him die, but not until he
fucks (pointing) the little red
head and she becomes his.
He stands there, defiant, his chest rising and falling
heavily - blood staining his teeth, as if daring the world,
or anyone brave enough to make the next move, when -
WHOMP!
Bill crashes into him, sending him sprawling to the floor. A
fierce struggle ignites as Bill, muscles taut, grapples with
Stewart. Stewart tightly clutches Bill on the forearm.
BILL
(gruff, stern)
You come after my partner, asshole!
Stewart glares, wide-eyed with disbelief, at his own hand
clenched tightly around Bill’s forearm. His knuckles are
white from the pressure, muscles tense. His eyes flicker
between his hand and Bill’s face, when -
SMASH!
Bill delivers several punishing blows, landing squarely on
Stewart’s jaw.
BILL
(his voice a growl)
His family!
3.
Bill unleashes a final, devastating punch. The impact sends
Stewart’s head crashing hard against the floor, his limbs
collapse like a marionette with its strings cut. Unconscious.
Bill swiftly cuffs him.
JENNIFER
Walter... Walter!?
SARAH
(tearful)
Daddy!
Bill moves to Kincaid. He checks for a pulse, then locks eyes
with Jennifer.
BILL
Jen! Back up is on the way. You
need to take Sarah and get out!
Jennifer, momentarily disengaged from her husband’s plight,
finally meets Bill’s determined gaze.
BILL
(calming firm)
You and Sarah are safe, but I need
you to go outside for me, okay?
Jennifer glances back at her daughter, fear mingling with
trust.
BILL
Go. I’ll take care of, Walter.
With a reluctant nod, Jennifer takes Sarah’s hand. As they
head towards the door, Stewart's eyes flick open, burning
with fury. Unseen, he watches them leave, eyes narrowing.
Bill’s instincts ignite. As he holsters Kincaid’s gun, a
prickling sensation grips him — something’s wrong. He spins,
quick draws his weapon, flashes left, then right... Nothing.
Kincaid’s left hand twitches ever so slightly, a subtle but
unmistakable flicker of life. His eyes sharp and unfocused,
dart around before locking oddly on Bill. His body stirs,
muscles tightening as he makes a halfhearted attempt to
stand.
BILL
Easy, partner. Just breathe. The
bus is on the way.
Kincaid, breath ragged, manages a faint, devious smile,
ominous beneath the surface, hinting at a darkness yet to
come.
4.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
A Descent into Darkness
6 EXT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - DAY 6
The street is lined with gawking neighbors, emergency
vehicles, FBI agents, and EMS personnel rushing in and out of
Kincaid’s house. Kincaid sits quietly as a paramedic wipes
blood from his face.
Jennifer and Sarah wait anxiously. Sarah reaches for her
father’s hand — he jerks it away, his eyes darting away, he
gazes vacantly across the street, landing on a young, female
reporter.
FEMALE REPORTER
We are outside the home of FBI
Special Agent Walter Kincaid...
Behind her, concerned neighbors murmur, news vans swarm,
reporters shout questions into the chaos.
FEMALE REPORTER
Kincaid is the special agent in
charge of the Task Force searching
for the deadly serial killer
believed to be responsible for 26
brutal child murders...
Kincaid's eyes flit through the crowd, a mosaic of worry and
fear, until he spots Bill, leading a beaten, handcuffed
Stewart from the house.
FEMALE REPORTER
Wait, the suspect is being led from
the house. It appears that after
two long years the FBI may have
captured the nation’s most prolific
serial killer...
Kincaid's jaw tightens, gnarled hands balling into fists as
he glares at, Bill shoving Stewart into a waiting squad car.
7 INT. SQUAD CAR - DAY 7
Stewart sits, stunned. He stirs, eyes wide, unable to grasp
the reality of his predicament.
8 EXT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - DAY 8
Suddenly, Kincaid stands, shoving the paramedic aside.
PARAMEDIC
Sir... excuse me! Sir?!
5.
Jennifer’s face mirrors confusion and dread.
JENNIFER
Walter?
Ignoring their pleas, Kincaid strides slowly towards the
house. Bill, deep in conversation with other agents, notices
him, brow furrowing, he darts towards Kincaid.
BILL
Kincaid? Hey! You alright partner?
Kincaid's silence echoes. He climbs the steps to the front
porch, rage brewing in his eyes.
BILL
(urgent)
Walter?!
Kincaid halts, scanning the crowd, eyes locking on Jennifer
and Sarah. A ghost of a smile flickers on his lips, dark and
unsettling. He draws his gun, an icy calm cloaking him.
BILL
Partner?!
Bill freezes, instincts kicking in as he grips his weapon
watching as, Walter slowly raises his weapon towards his
head.
JENNIFER BILL
Walter! * (desperate)
Kincaid! Wait! Don’t do this!
Think about Jennifer... about
Sarah!
Kincaid’s lips tremble, uncertainty washes over him. A moment
of hesitation... he glances at Sarah, cupping her ears, her
eyes wide in terror.
KINCAID
(low, broken)
I’m sorry. He’s to strong... I
can’t fight him.
Bill flashes an odd look. Then, resolute, Kincaid presses the
gun to his head. The chaotic sounds of the crowd dissolve
into haunting silence as time suspends, capturing the weight
of the moment.
JENNIFER
(screaming)
Walter!
6.
BANG!
An explosive burst of blood sprays from the other side of
Kincaid’s head, landing on Bill’s face. Kincaid's body slumps
down the steps - lifelessly convulsing at Bill’s feet.
Time snaps back, chaos unfurls once more.
Jennifer falls to her knees, wailing, Sarah echoes her
terror, hands clamped over her ears. Paramedics rush towards
Kincaid’s bloodied body.
Bill stumbles back, eyes locking onto Stewart’s lingering
glare through the departing squad car’s back window.
RADIO DJ (PRE-LAP)
Good morning. This is 88.5 WTYM
talk radio. It’s a beautiful fall
morning today in the city...
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Echoes of Horror
9 EXT. PARK - DAY 9
SUPER: ONE YEAR LATER
Sunlight filters through a lush canopy of trees, casting
dappled shadows on the ground. The rhythm of heavy breathing
and pounding footfalls fills the air, slowly giving way to -
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
We have some very strange
happenings in the sky, folks.
What’s behind this cosmic
weirdness? It's got us all
wondering...
The fierce pace of a jogger - It’s Bill. His chiseled legs
powerful, but a deep weariness has settled into his strong
jawline and once sharp features.
Theres a heaviness in his eyes as flashes of memories flicker
across his mind: the chaos of the fight with Stewart,
Kincaid’s voice...
KINCAID (V.O.)
I can’t fight him.
The gunshot’s explosion.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Maybe it's time to call NASA for
some answers?
7.
He glances up at the sky, trying to center himself amidst the
memories while trying to outrun from his past.
10 INT. BUILDING - DARK ROOM - DAY 10
A young girl, (20), red streaks in her long dark hair, stares
wide-eyed with terror. Her mouth is gagged, her wrists are
raw and dripping with blood from the bindings securing her to
a soiled steel chair.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Today, whispers of the past return
as federal prosecutor Karen
Martinez presents her closing
arguments in the case against
alleged serial killer Timothy
Stewart...
11 EXT. DIRT ROAD - DAY 11
A dark van looms ominously on a secluded, narrow dirt road,
flanked by dense, foreboding woods.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Stewart is accused of taking 26
innocent lives of children just
over a year ago.
Two lifeless, mutilated bodies of young girls linger in the
bottom of a muddy ditch.
RADIO DJ (V.O.)
And in other news, the FBI is still
searching for the city’s second
serial killer in as many years...
The bloodied, lifeless body of the young girl from the chair
slides into the muddy ditch. Her vacant eyes stare into
oblivion.
Genres:
["Thriller","Crime","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
The Chosen's Dilemma
12 INT. CHURCH - SANCTUARY - DAY 12
Dim light filters through stained glass windows, casting
vibrant hues onto stone walls. Dust dances in the warm air,
swirling lazily as if time itself has slowed.
Bill sits in a weathered pew, a half-dozen worshippers
scattered around him, their murmurs hushed against the aged
wood and burning candles. His head is bowed, a moment of
silent prayer, but uneasy tension flickers beneath his calm
exterior.
8.
Finally, Bill rises, the creaking of the pew echoing in the
sanctuary's stillness. He strides down the aisle,
determination etched on his face, until he halts abruptly at
the door.
Outside the window, a storm looms, shadows stretching
ominously across the churchyard. His gaze sharpens on a
distant dark figure, partially obscured. Uncertainty coils in
his gut as he moves forward, cautious, just as -
FATHER ROBERT TAYLOR (50), neatly trimmed beard and mustache,
emerges from the shadows, his long black robe sweeping the
floor like an otherworldly cloak. Bill’s eyes narrow, he
glances outside the window - the dark figure is gone.
FATHER TAYLOR
Good morning, Bill.
BILL
I’m a little curious about
something, Father.
FATHER TAYLOR
We’re all curious about something,
son.
BILL
Then you won’t mind telling me why
every morning when I walk through
these doors, you’re no where to be
seen, but when I leave, there you
are - lurking in the shadows?
Father Taylor's smile deepens, a flicker of amusement in his
eyes. A drumming silence fills the space.
FATHER TAYLOR
In time, son.
Bill holds his gaze, searching for meaning beneath the
surface.
BILL
Time doesn’t last forever, Father.
Eyes glistening, Father Taylor looks toward a crucifix
looming over them - a reminder of sacrifice.
FATHER TAYLOR
True my son... except for he who
has been chosen.
The crackle of a lightening strike outside grabs Bill’s
attention. He glances out of the window.
9.
BILL
Chosen? For what?
He looks back as Father Taylor eases back, melting into the
shadows like a figment of Bill's troubled mind. His voice a
low whisper.
FATHER TAYLOR (O.C.)
To end to his reign.
Bill stands rooted, confusion etching lines on his face.
The sanctuary feels suddenly colder, shadows lengthening
ominously. The storm rumbles outside, mirroring the
turbulence within him. He exhales and walks away.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Tension at the FBI: Confrontation and Consequences
13 EXT. FBI BUILDING - DAY 13
Gunshots ring out as well-dressed men and women enter and
exit the building.
14 INT. FBI BUILDING - GUN RANGE - DAY 14
Bill stands in a tightly confined cubicle. He loads a
magazine into his handgun, chambers a round, presses a
button.
A loud buzz rings out. 30 feet away, a target flies into
place. Bill speed draws his SIG SAUER P229 and fires: BANG!
BANG! BANG!
The bolt locks in the back position. He lowers his weapon,
presses the button, and the target slides towards him. A
tight shot group. Headshots. Center mass. He stares at the
target.
BILL
And you want what?
Special Agent JASON GALINDO (35) appears behind him. He leans
in, looks at Bill’s target.
JASON
Best you can do, huh?
Bill glares, cracks his neck. Stress palpable. Jason’s smirk
fades slightly.
JASON
Remember the days when we thought
we were invincible?
10.
(sighing) This case... is getting
to you, isn’t it?
A flicker of vulnerability crosses Bill's face before he
sharpens up. Jason gestures toward the door.
JASON
Anyway, he’s waiting on us.
Bill holsters his weapon. Jason walks away.
JASON
I’d leave that unholstered if I
were you.
15 INT. FBI BUILDING - DIRECTOR TEMPLETON’S OFFICE - DAY 15
Jason speeds into the room. Seconds later, Bill eases in.
They take seats at a large conference table with seven
waiting colleagues.
Director CHARLES TEMPLETON (50) dark suit, looks
administrative, stands at the head of the table. He cuts a
quick glance at the clock on the wall... runs a frustrated
hand through his hair.
TEMPLETON
As I was saying. For the past year,
he’s killed three women the last
three days of each month. Add the
36 in Mississippi and the 27 in
Louisiana, and his count will be 63
by the end of this month.
He points to the wall behind him complete with gruesome
photos of murder victims, newspaper clippings and missing
people posters.
TEMPLETON
So why can’t you find this piece-of-
shit?! Why can’t you give me a
single fucking lead on who he is?
The seated agents avoid eye contact - except Bill. His gaze
linger on the photos, the lifelessness in them.
TEMPLETON
Anyone?!
Silence. Bill’s glare hardens into determination.
11.
TEMPLETON
Then the sick bastard sends us
recorded messages.
An agent stands, rips open an evidence bag with a handheld
recording device. He presses play, sets it on the table.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
(harsh, unpleasant)
Hello, Director. Is it our time
again?
A low chuckle. Templeton's frustration erupts like a shaken
soda.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
Time flies when the pickings are so
fruitful and your city is filled
with so much... sin, doesn’t it?
Templeton glares at the device.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
I’m sure at this very moment you
are berating your crack pot team of
profilers and special agents with
your foolish gibberish as you
ponder the same unpardonable
questions.
Bill and Jason share a tense glance.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
Why can’t they come up with a
single piece of evidence? A clue
that tells you who I am? Where I’m
from? How I pick my victims... any
one?
The room shifts, agents eyes darting. Templeton glares
harshly at the recording device. In that moment, the voice
becomes increasingly sinister.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
Am-I-right, Director?!
Bill straightens in his chair. Templeton’s silence is
deafening.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
You don’t want to play games with
me, Director!
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
I will split her throat this very
moment if you don’t answer me. Now,-
am-I right?!
Templeton snatches the recorder, shouting.
TEMPLETON
Yes! Yes... you’re right you sick
fucking asshole!
Bill bolts up; he rushes to the window. Jason follows. The
remaining agents sit, paralyzed.
RECORDED VOICE (V.O.)
Very good... (chuckle) very good.
Don’t be to hard on them Director.
For they know not what they do. But
none of it will matter soon because
he grows stronger with every moon,
every sacrifice and when he
returns, he will destroy His vile
and pathetic experiment. Highway
52, take Lake Road for exactly 3.3
miles.
The tape clicks off. The gloved agent snatches the recorder
from the table, speaks into a handheld radio, and speeds out
of the room.
GLOVED AGENT
Highway 27 and Lake Road, 3.3
miles.
Templeton slams his fist hard on the table.
TEMPLETON
Got-dam it!
He glares angrily around the table.
TEMPLETON
What is this?! Fucking amateur
hour?! He’s fucking with all of
you, besting you at your own got-
damn game!
He flashes a cold glare at, Bill.
13.
TEMPLETON
Get your asses out there and find
this nutcase or we’ll all going to
be looking for new jobs!
The group rises, collecting their belongings as they rush
out.
TEMPLETON
Agent Edge.
Bill stops near the door.
TEMPLETON
A word please.
Jason, the last to leave, murmurs.
JASON
Told you to leave it unholstered.
Jason eases out.
TEMPLETON
Close the door, please.
Bill complies.
TEMPLETON
I know you’re not happy with the
way things have turned out, and...
Bill glares, insolent.
TEMPLETON
We’ve known each other for a long
time now, worked the academy
together. Hell, between the two of
us, we’ve trained half the damn
agents in the Bureau.
Bill's focus drifts to a large black bird perched on the
window ledge - its coal-black eyes analyzing him.
TEMPLETON
But, I moved up the leadership
ladder, and-
BILL
I hope there’s a point in this
somewhere.
14.
Bill's brow furrows slightly as he watches the bird, a weight
of something unspoken hanging between them. The air feels
heavier, the silence more deliberate.
Templeton follows Bill’s gaze. The bird’s large head turns
slowly, it’s coal, piercing black eyes lock onto him. He
swallows hard, the sound too loud in the quiet room.
Templeton's face is blank, but his fingers twitch, betraying
a ripple of discomfort.
TEMPLETON
My point is, I’m your fucking boss
now and this is the biggest case of
your career. You screw this up and
it ends bad for both of us. You
understand?
Bill's brow tightens, jaw muscles flexing.
BILL
No Charles, what you really mean is
this will end bad for you.
He approaches Templeton, who instinctively steps back.
BILL
This case is about you and the fact
that you have no field agent time,
no major case time, yet you managed
to kiss enough ass to get promoted
to Director.
Bill exhales sharply, the weight of it all pressing against
his chest. He walks away, fists clenching and unclenching.
Halfway to the door, something in him snaps.
BILL
(muttering)
What the fuck.
He stops dead in his tracks.
BILL
Now you’re chasing a sadistic
serial killer that you don’t have
the experience to catch.
He opens the door, stops... doesn’t look back.
BILL
This is the case of your lifetime
Charles and the entire nation is
watching you fuck it up.
15.
Bill gives the bird a final glance, then strides out. The
bird locks eyes with Templeton — its presence looming
ominously as Bill exits.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
Chaos in the Courtroom
16 EXT. COURT HOUSE - DAY 16
A cacophony of voices and camera clicks fill the air as a sea
of reporters, news vans, and equipment line the courthouse
steps.
17 INT. COURT HOUSE - CHECKPOINT - DAY 17
Bill stops at the checkpoint, lays his cell phone, badge, and
weapon into a bin. He scans the bustling hallway, tension
tightening in his jaw.
His gaze lands on a detective and two uniformed officers
conferring near paramedics gently bandaging the neck of a
young, professionally dressed woman. He flashes a curious
glance as the security guard checks his ID.
SECURITY GUARD
Good morning... Special Agent Edge.
BILL
(nodding)
What happened?
SECURITY GUARD
She was attacked in her office.
Boyfriend put a knife to her
throat. She’s lucky to be alive.
Bill walks through the screening machine, retrieving his
belongings, stealing a concerned look at the frightened young
woman -
SECURITY GUARD
Damndest thing too. Good young man.
Brings her lunch almost everyday.
Today... he attacks the poor thing.
Bill’s fingers tighten around the holster, securing the
weapon with a slow, deliberate motion. His gaze never leaves
the woman standing across the room, her tear-streaked face a
mix of fear and confusion.
16.
18 INT. COURT HOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY 18
Bill slips into a crowded courtroom as murmurs fill the air -
jurors listening intently to ANDRE LEATH (25), short, poorly
dressed, pacing nervously near the jury box.
ANDRE
This case... ah, it isn’t about a
serial killer or... the death
penalty. It’s about knowing the
difference between right and...
ah... wrong.
He glances at the table of federal prosecutor KAREN MARTINEZ
(45), attractive, long black hair, she meets his gaze.
ANDRE
You’ve heard the experts. They all
testified that Mr. Stewart is a
sick man, mentally incapable...
insane.
Andre stops near Stewart, flashes a guarded glance. Stewart,
looks more like a middle-aged teacher than a sadistic killer.
His head hangs low, his eyes closed, hands clasped together.
His thumbs speed quickly end over each other. With a deep
breath, Andre returns to his plea.
ANDRE
And because of this you cannot,
beyond a reasonable doubt find Mr.
Stewart guilty.
Andre avoids eye contact with Stewart as he sits and
nervously eases his seat away from him.
JUDGE
Mrs. Martinez.
Stewart’s thumbs abruptly stops spinning, his head rises, his
eyes slowly opens... he focuses on Karen, who stands
confidently, her eyes flicking back to, Bill momentarily.
KAREN
Ladies and gentlemen. I know the
ordeal of losing your children and
the stress from this trial has been
difficult for each one of you.
Her eyes sweep over the grieving family members broken faces
— their pain palpable in the air. Each face brimming with
unfulfilled hopes... each telling her what they want, what
they need.
17.
A SERIES OF SHOTS - FAMILY MEMBERS
-- FACE (Justice)
-- FACE (Vindication)
-- FACE (Closure)
-- FACE (Revenge)
END SERIES OF SHOTS
She stops on revenge.
KAREN
What I’m about to do will not be
easy for you...
She cuts a sharp glance at Stewart, then back to a grieving
father (REVENGE), his eyes deadpan, angry. He slowly nods his
approval.
Karen moves deliberately, her heels clicking on the polished
floor, the sound echoing through the courtroom. She holds a
folder close to her chest, her expression impassive as she
walks to a large white board near the jury box.
Bill watches her intently from his seat, leaning forward as
she pins comparison photos of Stewart’s tiny victims on the
board. Each pin hits the board with a soft thud, but it
reverberates through the room like a gunshot.
PHOTOS BEFORE: smiling -- youthful -- happy.
PHOTOS AFTER: lifeless -- bloodied -- mutilated.
She steps back, takes in the display against the sounds of
the gasping crowd and weeping mothers. She pins the final
picture - a six year old black kid.
-- The left side photo: he’s smiling, happy, alive.
-- The right side photo: he’s unrecognizable, swollen, dead.
Revenge reacts, glares at Stewart as Karen walks to the
jurors box and points back to the board.
KAREN
Take a good look. Now, think what
it would be like if your sons or
daughters pictures were on that
board?
18.
The photos hit the jurors hard, generating gasps and tears.
The growing tension is suffocating.
KAREN
This case isn’t about insanity.
This case is about murder, and
every photo on that board confirms
it.
She steps back, allowing the devastating portrait of
Stewart’s victims to speak for itself. The whiteboard now a
collage of lives taken, innocence shattered.
Stewart’s smile fades, replaced by puzzlement, then rage. He
grips the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.
KAREN
The brutal murders of 26 innocent
little lives.
She walks over and slams a photo of Stewart in the middle of
the board, watching as it raises the tension even higher.
KAREN
Taken by (pointing to Stewart)
him... a completely sane and
sadistic serial killer.
Stewart’s lips quiver with suppressed energy.
KAREN
The defendant was a coward for not
taking the stand.
She glares hard at Stewart.
KAREN
But, I wonder how he would have
answered when asked why he killed
these children? If he had any
remorse when they screamed for
their mothers, begged for their
fathers?
She scans the front row of weeping faces, locks eyes with
Revenge.
KAREN
If he cared at all about the
agonizing pain he caused when he
carved them open... while they were
still alive?
19.
She turns toward the jury box. The tension in the room is
palpable, every eye on her. But just as she draws breath to
speak, a sound cuts through the silence — a deep, low rumble,
growing louder, more sinister with each second.
Laughter.
Her body goes rigid, the sound crawling under her skin as the
laughter fills the room, bouncing off the walls with a
mocking echo. Slowly, almost unwillingly, she spins on her
heel, eyes wide with confusion, at -
Stewart.
His head is tilted back, mouth wide open, body trembling in
sync with the deranged rhythm of his laughter.
JUDGE
Order!
It’s not a joyous laugh — it’s cold, dark, and manic. His
whole form convulsing as he succumbs to the rising pitch of
his own hysteria.
JUDGE
Mis-ter Stewart! (to Andre)
Counselor!
Andre, hand trembling reaches over, but Stewart leaps to his
feet. His face racked with rage.
STEWART
(to Karen)
Answers?! Is that what you think
you deserve you fucking whore?!
Gasps ripple through the gallery. Her eyes flash with
confusion, fear. She stares at him, her heart racing, trying
to make sense of it.
The jury, the bailiff, even Bill — all are transfixed, caught
in the unsettling chaos Stewart has unleashed. The barrel-
chested Bailiff scrambles toward Stewart, desperate to
control the situation.
STEWART
I didn’t choose any of the little
abominations! I didn’t have to!
He glances downward, his smile fading into something almost
fragile. He speaks sheepishly.
STEWART
He did. He always does.
20.
Bill is up, his brow stiffened.
STEWART
They were pawns for my sacrament...
my...
(laughing)
tributes to the Master. (shouting)
Nothing more!
Stewart’s head turns slowly and looks out at horrified family
members, just as the Bailiff grabs him from behind. He tries
to force Stewart to his seat, but surprisingly Stewart
resists with ease.
STEWART
(shouting)
And where were you?! Thier squalid
mothers, indignant fathers when I
carved them open and fed their
souls to him?!
The Bailiff struggles to control Stewart.
STEWART
(shouting)
None of you are without sin! None
of you! Why do you think he chose
them?!
Stewart, eyes bulging... tongue flickers.
STEWART
You made it so got-damn easy!
The room erupts in screams. The Bailiff attempts to restrain
Stewart, but in a sudden, explosive movement, Stewart hurls
the Bailiff aside like a rag doll. The courtroom plunges into
pandemonium, as Stewart leaps over the table and spins
towards, Karen - frozen, petrified.
Bill draws his weapon and speeds forward through the chaos.
Across the room, a young female reporter and her cameraman
captures all the action as the Bailiff regains his hold on
Stewart while two uniformed police officers rush in and
handcuff him.
Bill slowly lowers his weapon, tension taut like a wire about
to snap. Stewart’s eyes narrow, head tilting ever so slightly
as he turns, zeroing in on, Bill. A grin creeps slowly across
his face, as if he’s discovered something personal, intimate.
STEWART
Ah... William! Hello, old friend!
21.
The Bailiff and the police officers snatch Stewart from the
table.
STEWART
I’ve been trying to get your
attention!
Bill's jaw tightens, but it’s his eyes that betray him. Just
for a second, a flicker — he flashes a concerned glance at,
Karen. It’s quick, barely noticeable, but it's there, and
Stewart notices.
His eyes flick to Karen, this time with more weight, more
urgency. He glances back to Bill... smiles.
STEWART
Yesssss, of course.
Stewart’s head jerks suddenly, as if reacting to some
invisible force. His eyes narrow into a hard glare, but he’s
not looking at anyone — just into the emptiness in front of
him.
His chin lowers slowly, almost deliberately, The tension in
his face softens, and his posture seems to collapse in on
itself. He speaks, his voice soft, hesitant, almost
submissive. The words come out quietly.
STEWART
Yes, Master. It shall be done.
The bailiff and two officers grip Stewart’s arms tightly,
their efforts barely enough to control him as he resists
every step.
His body jerks violently, his movements erratic and
desperate, careening toward the walls of the narrow hallway
leading to the back of the courtroom. His eyes, wild and
unwavering, stay locked on Bill the entire time
STEWART
William! William! I know who you
are, William!
Stewart’s head twists unnaturally, neck craning just to keep
his gaze on Bill. He doesn’t blink, his stare searing with
something between fury and twisted amusement.
STEWART
Do you remember me, William?! Do
you remember me!?
A wicked grin tugs at Stewart’s lips as the door creaks open
behind him.
22.
Even as the officers shove him forward, dragging him into the
waiting darkness, Stewart’s focus never wavers. The door
slams shut, but the echo of his voice remains.
STEWART (O.C.)
William! William!
Bill turns, almost reluctantly, toward Karen. His eyes meet
hers - raw fear.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
Tension in the Courthouse
19 INT. PRECINCT - CELL AREA - DAY (LATER) 19
A dimly lit hallway, murky walls casting shadows. A door
creaks open, and the Bailiff glides quietly down the corridor
of barely visible jail cells. His presence is ominous, when -
A sudden lightening strike from a cell and Stewart’s skinny
pale hand grips the Bailiff’s forearm.
20 INT. COURT HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY 20
The hallway is empty and eerily quiet. Bill and Karen sit on
a bench, tension thick in the air. Karen’s eyes are locked on
a distant spot across the room, her expression a mix of
frustration and dread.
KAREN
Stewart said - he chose them. Who
do you think he was talking about?
Bill shrugs.
BILL
There was no evidence that
suggested he was working with an
accomplice.
Karen slumps back against the bench, her features tight.
KAREN
He’s just playing to his insanity
defense. A last desperate act to
avoid the death penalty.
They sit in laden silence, the air heavy with shared unease.
Bill gently rubs her hand, his touch seeking to comfort.
Suddenly, a door slowly creaks open, slicing through the
silence.
They look up. Standing ten feet away is the barreled chest
Bailiff, his dark eyes fixed on them like a predator.
23.
KAREN
(to the Bailiff)
Can I help you, Bailiff?
The Bailiff remains silent, his gaze unmoving.
Karen cuts a concerned glance at Bill, her heart racing.
Bill’s eyes fixate on the Bailiff’s left hand, moving
inexplicably toward his service weapon. Anxiety grips him.
Bill’s hand hovers near his holster, fingers twitching.
Just then, the courtroom door swings open and the Reporter
and her Cameraman spill out, chattering. Bill's view of the
Bailiff is abruptly blocked. The door slams shut. The Bailiff
is gone.
KAREN
What was that about?
Bill scans the area, pulse quickening... there’s no movement,
no noise — nothing but the deafening quiet.
BILL
I don’t know, but maybe you should
stay with me tonight?
She nods, nervously.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
Fractured Connections
21 INT. BILL’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 21
Soft music plays in the background; a half-empty wine bottle
rests on the table. Karen sits on the couch, nervously
sipping from a wine glass. She toys with her long, dark hair,
anxiety radiating from her. Bill stands nearby on his phone.
BILL
Yes sir. I’ll make sure she gets
the message.
He hangs up. His phone rings immediately.
BILL
Hello?
Silence.
BILL
Hello?
Click. The caller hangs up. Bill gives the phone a puzzled
look and joins Karen on the couch.
24.
BILL
The Judge called a recess until
Monday.
Karen nods, lost in thought.
BILL
(concerned)
You going to be okay?
She refills her glass absently, the wine glistening like her
unresolved emotions. She sips throughout the conversation.
KAREN
Honestly? I don’t know. Nothing
Stewart has done since his arrest
makes sense.
BILL
What do you mean?
Bill listens, a frown creasing his brow.
KAREN
Some days he would sit in his cell,
crying, asking why he was in jail.
As if he had no clue the pain he
caused, the horrific crimes he
committed.
Bill leans in, the weight of her words sinking in.
KAREN
Other days he’d cower in the
darkest corner of his cell,
twisting his fingers, mumbling that
weird gibberish, humming that same
stupid song over and over again.
BILL
Song?
Her eyes flutter as she recalls the tune, then she hums
softly, her voice trembling.
KAREN
Time... is on my side... yes it is.
Time... is on my side...
everyday... it sounds... taunting,
doesn’t it?
BILL
What do you think it means?
25.
KAREN
I don’t know.
BILL
What about the language? Did anyone
record him, have it analyzed?
KAREN
No.
BILL
Why not!? It could have-
Karen’s head snaps up, anger erupting.
KAREN
Are you questioning my work?
Bill’s disappointment seeps through. He remains silent,
frustration building.
BILL
No, I’m not, but we’re missing
something, big. Someone should have
contacted my office. You should
have told me.
Karen gulps down her wine, the glass emptying as her ire
bubbles.
KAREN
I’m sorry, but I’m not perfect...
like you.
BILL
That’s not what I meant.
He stands abruptly.
BILL
Forget it. It’s not important now.
KAREN
I never mentioned any of this to
you, because since Kincaid’s death,
you’ve withdrawn! You ignore
everything and everyone! It’s like—
BILL
Stop, Karen! Please.... stop.
An awkward silence descends, thick and suffocating. He steals
a glance at her. Her gaze is fixed elsewhere now, her lips
pressed into a thin line.
26.
BILL
I’m going to take a shower.
He walks out, leaving Karen staring after him, torn between
anger and regret. Karen, frustration boiling beneath the
surface, frantically digs through her purse and pulls out her
car keys.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
Night of Terror
22 EXT. BILL’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT 22
A strange and grainy view hovers outside the window (The
VIEW). It sways, almost pulsating, as if drawn by an unseen
force. The VIEW, an otherworldly surveillance, watches Bill
exit the room.
23 EXT. BILL’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT 23
Karen presses her key fob, walking briskly towards her car.
The beep of the car locks echoes in the stillness. In the
brief flicker of headlights - a large dark figure lurks in
the shadows, motionless.
Karen’s heart stops. She pauses, scanning the eerie darkness
— nothing appears out of place. A chill runs through her as
she moves closer to the car.
24 EXT. STREET - SHADOWS - NIGHT 24
The VIEW drifts closer, a silent predator as Karen nears the
car. The wind picks up, rustling the leaves and brushing
against her skin.
A low sound of movement slices through the night. Karen’s
head snaps up, breath quickening, her eyes dart down the
street lined with parked cars - The VIEW freezes.
KAREN
Hello? Is someone there?!
No response. The silence amplifies her rising panic. She
backs away from the car, her gaze still locked in the
oppressive darkness, her breath shallow.
The VIEW shifts, inching out from its hiding spot as Karen
pivots sharply. She presses her key fob; the car beeps, doors
lock. And the headlights flash, revealing —
The imposing dark figure, now half-obscured by the shadows
not thirty feet away. Her eyes widen. Pure adrenaline kicks
in. She races to the house.
27.
25 INT. BILL’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 25
Karen bursts through the front door, panic fueling her
sprint. She stumbles, rolling to her feet, slamming the door
shut just as —
EXT. BILL’S HOUSE - YARD - NIGHT
The VIEW rushes towards the front door, relentless.
26 INT. BILL’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 26
Heart pounding, Karen staggers back from the door, breathing
raggedly. She scans the room, searching for Bill, hears the
shower running in the background.
As she kneels down to grab her car keys, movement catches her
eye beneath the door seal. She freezes in horror, eyes locked
on the peephole. Slowly, she inches forward — looks through
the peep hole - outside an image materializes:
The Bailiff.
His eyes bulging, face twisted with rage. She lets out a
terrified scream and spins, colliding into Bill.
BILL
Karen! It’s me!
KAREN
The Bailiff! He’s outside! He
chased me!
Bill steps aside, moving to the door, peering through the
peephole... but sees nothing.
BILL
No one’s out there!
KAREN
I swear he was... he was right
there! He chased me... I!
Bill crosses to a cabinet, yanks open the top drawer,
retrieves a handgun, checks the clip, then moves back to the
door.
BILL
Stay here and lock the door behind
me.
He looks again through the peephole — still nothing. With
cautious resolve, he opens the door.
28.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Suspense"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
Tension at the Crime Scene
27 EXT. BILL’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT 27
Bill steps out, weapon raised, scanning the darkness around
him. The VIEW watches from a distance, an intangible
presence.
28 INT. BILL’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 28
A sudden knock makes Karen jump
BILL (O.C.)
Karen!
Karen hurries to the door as Bill’s phone rings. Bill walks
back in, and she secures the door behind him, her breath
still erratic. He picks up the phone.
BILL
Hello...
Listening intently... he hangs up, looks at Karen, concern
written across his face.
29 INT. PRECINCT - CELL AREA - NIGHT 29
Bill stares into the cell as Jason shines a flashlight on
Stewart’s contorted body.
JASON
Where’s the blood? How does someone
bend him like that and there’s no
blood?
The distant sound of footsteps announces Karen’s entrance.
She stops dead in her tracks, disbelief washing over her as
she stares at the carnage.
JASON
(to Karen)
They like the Bailiff for this.
Bill casts a sharp glance at Karen, tension thick in the air.
JASON
Camera’s have him back here just
before he departed around eleven
o’clock. Night guard found Stewart
like this shortly after.
KAREN
What about the other prisoners?
29.
JASON
Didn’t heard a thing. A guy is
literally pretzeled to death and no
one hears a damn thing.
A hush falls as they stare into the nightmare of Stewart’s
cell.
JASON
This is some weird shit. Reminds me
of the time when-
The hallway door flies open and a tall, middle-aged, African-
American man storms in. This is SANFORD WYATT (60), the
precinct’s Captain. Captain Wyatt recognizes Karen
immediately, but not her company.
CAPTAIN WYATT
Madam Prosecutor.
KAREN
Captain Wyatt.
He scans the room — looks at Bill... Jason.
CAPTAIN WYATT
Let me guess. Feds?
BILL
(showing his badge)
Special Agent Bill Edge (pointing),
this is my partner, Special Agent
Jason Galindo.
Captain Wyatt ignores Bill’s credentials, edges closer to the
cell, eyeing the gruesome scene.
CAPTAIN WYATT
Someone mind telling me how two
federal agents managed to get less
than five got-damn feet from my
crime scene without me knowing?
He fixes a glare on a timid uniformed officer, who averts his
eyes.
KAREN
Special Agent Edge was part of the
Bureau’s Task Force that captured
Stewart.
30.
CAPTAIN WYATT
Well... I hate to break up this
heartwarming reunion, but the Chief
will be here any minute and as you
can see...
He looks back at the cell, his voice low.
CAPTAIN WYATT
I got some explaining to do.
BILL
Of course, sorry for the intrusion.
Bill moves to exit, Jason following closely. Karen lingers,
her gaze fixed on Stewart’s twisted body, as darkness closes
in around the room.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
Confronting the Unknown
30 EXT. BILL’S CAR - NIGHT 30
Bill’s car sits in the shadows of a quiet suburban street,
the glow of street lamps casting long, distorted shadows. A
gentle breeze rustles the leaves, creating an eerie ambiance,
as faint sounds of distant sirens echo through the night.
31 INT. BILL’S CAR - NIGHT 31
Bill stares intently at a small, modern home across the
street, an unsettling tension radiating from his posture.
Jason, wide-eyed, shifts nervously as he peers out the
window.
JASON
Okay, I give. Where are we and what
are we doing here?
BILL
(pointing)
That’s the Bailiff’s house.
JASON
And we’re here because?
Bill scans the surroundings, his expression grave.
BILL
Because he showed up at my house
tonight... I think.
Jason jerks forward in his seat, concern etched on his face.
31.
JASON
What the fuck do you mean, you
think?! And, why didn’t you tell
the Captain-
Bill remains fixated on the Bailiff’s house, anxiety
tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
BILL
I didn’t see him. Karen did. She
believes she saw him.
JASON
Jesus, Bill. You’re not making
sense.
BILL
She went out to her car, then came
back screaming... said he chased
her. I went outside, but no one was
there.
JASON
Why would he come to your house?
Why would he chase Karen?
BILL
(voice rising)
We can’t afford to consider why.
Right now, we need answers.
Bill’s eyes dart from the house to Jason, desperation
creeping in.
BILL
That’s why we’re going in there.
JASON
The hell we are! There’s no way
we’re going into that house! I’m
sure the Captain is getting
warrants right now, and-
Without another word, Bill lunges out of the car, his heart
pounding, sprinting toward the Bailiff's house.
JASON
Shit!
32.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Into the Fog: A Reckless Pursuit
32 EXT. BAILIFF’S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT 32
A thick fog clings to the air, wrapping around the wooden
porch like a shroud. Bill rings the doorbell, waiting as the
distant echo mingles with his pounding heart.
BILL
FBI!
Jason appears behind him, fidgeting, a mix of anxiety and
determination on his face. His eyes dart around, alert to any
movement in the shadows. The silence stretches. Nothing but
the creaking of worn floorboards underfoot.
JASON
Good, he’s not home. Now can we
please get the hell out of here?
Ignoring Jason, Bill pulls a knife from his pocket, the blade
glinting in the dim porch light. He wedges it into the door
frame, working it deftly until the door pops open with a
reluctant groan.
JASON
You gotta be kidding me! Do you
realize how many laws you just
broke, how much trouble...
Bill draws his weapon, his expression resolute. He eases into
the house. Jason hesitates for a beat, then pulls his weapon
and follows, glancing over his shoulder as if sensing unseen
eyes watching them.
33 INT. BAILIFF’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 33
Dark. Shadows cling to every corner. Heavy drapes hang
blocking out the outside world. They move slowly, checking
each room, the silence heavy and foreboding.
34 INT. BAILIFF’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT 34
Bill eases into the bedroom, the beam of his flashlight
cutting through the darkness. His light lands on an unmade
bed. Bare walls expel an unsettling emptiness. He spots a
framed picture on the nightstand.
He crosses to it, picking it up to reveal the Bailiff smiling
with an African-American woman in an airline stewardess
uniform, joy radiating from their faces. He places it back
down, a pang of emotion flashing across his normally steely
facade.
33.
JASON (V.O.)
I got something!
35 INT. BAILIFF’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT 35
Bill walks into the kitchen, where Jason shines his
flashlight on the word ENOCH crudely carved into the kitchen
wall — ominous and cold.
JASON
Mean anything to you?
BILL
No.
Tension hangs thick as Bill moves across the room, each creak
of the floorboards like a warning. Jason's flashlight beam
lands on an odd configuration of rocks on the kitchen table,
their arrangement strikingly familiar.
JASON
What is that?
BILL
I’ve seen this before.
Jason cuts him a glance, the sight igniting a flicker of
unease.
BILL
When we closed in on Stewart,
Kincaid got these strange calls at
odd hours. Each one led us to a new
location and a new body. Sometimes
we’d find weird formations similar
to this nearby.
JASON
Copycat?
BILL
No. That information was never
released to the public.
Jason moves closer, leaning in, his breath hitching as he
comes to a realization.
JASON
Stonehenge.
Bill meets Jason’s gaze, concern knitted into his brow.
Jason's pulse quickens as he points to the rocks.
34.
JASON
The formation... it’s Stonehenge.
Jason strides to the window, rips back the curtains. The
movement sends a chill through the room. Suddenly, standing
ominously on the other side of the window is —
The Bailiff.
JASON
Fuck!
Bill’s heart drops. They lock eyes, the Bailiff’s expression
eerily calm before he turns and walks away, disappearing into
the darkness.
Bill draws his weapon, adrenaline surging. He sprints for the
back door, the faint sound of the creaking floor whispering
of danger. Jason bolts after Bill, the urgency clawing at his
chest.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Chase in the Shadows
36 EXT. BAILIFF’S HOUSE - BACK PORCH - NIGHT 36
The door flies open and Bill and Jason rush out onto the back
porch, weapons drawn, hearts pounding. The chill of the night
air bites at their skin, and the distant sound of a siren
wails through the streets. Bill leaps from the porch, eyes
scanning the darkness, heart racing.
BILL
Fuck! We can’t lose him!
JASON
I got this side!
37 EXT. BAILIFF’S HOUSE - OPPOSITE SIDE - NIGHT 37
Jason slips cautiously down the side of the house. As he
nears the front, he spots the Bailiff darting into a shadowy
alley down the street.
JASON
Got him!
Bill’s head snaps around, adrenaline kicking in. He storms
toward the front of the house, just in time to see Jason
sprinting into the alley.
BILL
(shouting, frustrated)
Jason!... damn it!
35.
38 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT 38
Jason tears down the narrow alley, chaos all around him.
Garbage cans clatter and the steam from nearby vents rises
like ghosts as he navigates through the debris.
The alley T-sections into a narrower poorly lit path filled
with towering dumpsters, the darkness swallowing him whole.
He stops, heart racing, listening.
A distant sound echoes through the stillness. He raises his
weapon, and edges slowly into a smaller, poorly-lit dead end
alley, his senses heightened.
39 INT. BILL’S CAR - NIGHT 39
Bill speeds down the street, urgency palpable. He swerves
right, blowing through a red light, determination etched on
his face. He turns into the alley, tires screeching as he
skids to a stop. He stares into the abyss of the dark alley.
Silence... he grabs a handheld radio, his pulse quickening.
BILL
This is FBI Special Agent Bill Edge
on DC police channel 4. I’m in
pursuit of a murder suspect in the
alley at 19th and Northwest.
Request backup, proceed with
caution, FBI agents on the ground.
Bill pops the door, draws his weapon, and sprints into the
darkness.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Confrontation in the Alley
40 EXT. DEAD-END ALLEY - NIGHT 40
Jason creeps down the narrow, shadowy alley, his footsteps
cautious, his face etched with tension. His breathing is
shallow, every nerve on edge.
The alley seems to close in around him, every shadow deep and
oppressive, each dumpster looming like it’s hiding a dark
secret.
A rat scurries past, its sudden movement pulling Jason’s eyes
to the ground for a split second, but his focus snaps back to
the path ahead.
His hand tightens around his gun. And then it comes — a loud,
ear-piercing screech that tears through the silence like a
blade. His blood runs cold as he freezes, gun raised
instinctively, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to
snap.
36.
His eyes dart in every direction, searching the shadows for
movement.
JASON
Enough of this cat and mouse
bullshit! Step out and keep your
fucking hands where I can see them!
The feeling that something unseen is watching him, waiting
for him to take the wrong step. Then, a loud exhale
reverberates behind him. He spins toward the sound, his gun
raised and, suddenly -
Jason is flung through the air — SLAM!
He crashes hard against the grimy brick wall, the impact
knocking the wind from his lungs. His gun slips from his hand
and clatters to the ground, spinning across the filthy
concrete with a metallic rattle.
The Bailiff strides toward him, every step slow and
deliberate, a cold smile curling on his lips. His eyes gleam
with a cruel satisfaction.
The Bailiff bends down, scooping up Jason’s gun. He holds it
with a casual familiarity, spinning it once in his hand
before pointing it directly at Jason, just as —
BILL (O.C.)
FBI! Freeze!
Bill bursts through the alley entrance, weapon drawn, eyes
locked on the dark figure looming over Jason.
BILL
Don’t fucking move! Get your hands
where I can see them!
The Bailiff toys with Jason’s gun, ignoring the command. Bill
shuffles forward. His eyes darting between the Bailiff and
Jason’s gun.
BILL
Drop that fucking weapon or I swear
to God, I will-
BAILIFF
God,(chuckle) that pathetic loser.
Do you really think He cares if you
of all Beings swear to him,
William?
Bill's resolve hardens. The distant wail of police sirens
builds in intensity.
37.
BILL
Come on man. Think about what
you’re about to do.
The Bailiff glances at Jason, a devilish grin spreading
across his face. His eyes flicker from Bill to the dark sky
above, as if searching for something.
BAILIFF
And, what is it you think I am
about to do, William?
Bill tightens his grip on his gun. The sirens growing louder,
closer.
BILL
Stewart was a piece of shit! He
deserved everything you did to him,
but nobody has to get hurt here.
The Bailiff chuckles, holds Jason’s gun perfectly still at
his side.
BAILIFF
The vessel became useless, William.
He got what all you filthy - piles -
of excrement so righteously
deserves.
The sirens stop — doors slam in the distance, and police
radios spring to life.
BILL
There’s nowhere for you to go now,
so drop that weapon!
The Bailiff glances over his shoulder. His lips curl upward,
slowly, into a devilish smile.
BAILIFF
When has there ever been anywhere
for me to go, William?
He looks around the alley, tilts his head back, his eyes
skyward.
BAILIFF
I’ve been exiled among His beloved
creations for centuries... quite
poetic, don’t you think?
The Bailiff’s face twists, his eyes locking onto Bill with a
sudden, chilling intensity.
38.
In an instant, his glare sharpens into something menacing,
almost otherworldly. His eyes darken, the whites disappearing
as they turn black—like coal.
Bill instinctively reels back, his grip on his weapon
faltering, forcing him to momentarily lower his weapon an
inch. His pulse races, his mind scrambling for control.
BAILIFF
The prophecies shall be fulfilled
soon, William.
Bill's resolve sharpens, eyes hardening. The Bailiff glares
at Jason.
BAILIFF
Do you remember our favorite
riddle, William?
Bill’s grip tightens around his weapon.
BILL
I don’t know what the fuck you’re
talking about, but you’d better
drop that fucking weapon now or I’m
going to-
The Bailiff smiles.
BAILIFF
Have you discovered the fire in
which you all burn?
BILL
What?
The Bailiff leans closer, mocking.
BAILIFF
Kalaziel knew. He thought he could
kill me. He failed! As-shall-you!
He lunges toward Jason, gun aimed. Bill fires — BANG! BANG!
BANG!
Each bullet hits center mass, the Bailiff’s mockery fading in
an instant as he crumples to the ground. Bill kicks Jason’s
gun away, heart racing, eyes scanning for threats.
He looks down just as the Bailiff’s coal-black eyes slowly
return to their original hue as the alley fills with police
footsteps.
39.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
A Game of Shadows
41 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 41
Police and Detectives move about the taped-off crime scene.
Bill stands watchful, concern etched on his face as
paramedics load Jason into an ambulance.
Siren’s blare, the ambulance speeds past a gathered,
observing crowd. At the edge of the crowd, a man with an
unsettling gaze, VIETNAM ERA GUY (VEG), observes Bill
intently.
He sports an unkempt appearance: long, dirty hair, a thick
mustache, a matching beard, and an old Army green field
jacket.
42 INT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT - NIGHT (LATER) 42
Bill walks toward his car, his footsteps heavy on the wet
pavement. As he reaches the car door, the stillness is
shattered by the sharp ring of his phone. The caller ID is
blocked — no name, no number. Just an ominous unknown glaring
back at him. For a second, he hesitates, his thumb hovering
over the answer button. He answers, lifting the phone to his
ear.
BILL
Hello?
The line crackles with static for a moment, a breath hitches
on the other end and then, faintly a voice emerges. Low,
distorted, as if coming from far away.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Have you solved it, William?
BILL
What? Who is-
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Have you discovered the fire in
which you all burn?
Bill's expression twists with confusion, dread swelling
within him. His eyes dart around the empty parking lot, the
shadows dancing under the weak lights.
BILL
Listen, I don’t know who you are,
or what game you’re playing, but-
The voice on the other end lets out a low chuckle - a sound
dripping with malice.
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MALE VOICE (V.O.)
No patience huh, FBI man? That was
Lahabiel’s problem. But not
Kalaziel’s. Do forgive me William,
I should use Kalaziel’s earthly
name... Sanders. His hubris cost
him dearly.
Bill's focus sharpens.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Neither wanted to play my game once
discovering the truth that was
never meant to be learned.
BILL
Listen to me you piece of shit-
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
No, William you listen! Or maybe
your partner will listen. You think
our friend here will want to play
our game, William?
Bill’s head jerks up - the hospital looming in front of him.
The neon sign reading County General flickers faintly in the
distance. His heart hammers in his chest.
BILL
You lay a single fucking finger on
him and I don’t care how much time
it takes, I will personally hunt
you down and-
The caller, playful yet sinister, begins to sing softly.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
Time... is on my side... yes it is.
Time... is on my side... everyday.
The line goes dead. Bill, stunned, heart racing, sprints
towards the hospital entrance.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Unraveling Darkness
43 INT. HOSPITAL - JASON’S ROOM - NIGHT 43
Jason is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in time
with the soft beep of the heartbeat monitor beside his bed.
Bill quietly searches the room, his brow furrowed. His eyes
catch the glint of something on the nightstand. A notepad. He
picks it up, studying a line of cryptic, twisted script.
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His eyes drift down to a single cryptic word at the page's
bottom. His eyes narrow, trying to make sense of the
indecipherable script.
44 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT 44
Smooth jazz plays low, creating a cozy atmosphere. Food
simmers on the stove. A table is set for two.
The doorbell rings and a petite, strikingly attractive
African-American woman - the stewardess from the picture at
the Bailiff's house - rushes to the door. She opens it to
reveal - VEG. He stands ominously, casting an unsettling
shadow.
45 INT. FBI BUILDING - BULLPEN - DAY 45
The bullpen is alive with chatter, a sea of agents in motion.
Bill strides over to LITA MALVEAUX’s (30) desk. She’s in her
groove — tall, slim, with a sharp focus that’s unyielding. He
hands her the notepad and points to the cryptic script.
BILL
I need to know what this says.
He walks away.
LITA
(eyebrow raised)
What is this?
BILL
And I need to know its origin. Make
it quick.
46 INT. FBI BUILDING - BILL’S OFFICE - DAY 46
Bill sits at his desk, tension rippling through him. He grabs
a drive labeled, “Stewart’s Courtroom Outburst,” and inserts
it into his computer. The screen flickers to life.
As the outburst plays, Bill leans forward, captivated. He
watches the Bailiff and the two officers struggling against
Stewart’s wild resistance. Suddenly, he pauses — his breath
catches as he spots a faint, shadowy blur.
He rewinds, stops, leans in closer as his heart races. The
image solidifies — a wispy grotesque, demonic figure
attempting to tear itself free from Stewart's body.
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His mind races; he glances at a picture of the Bailiff. He
types "Davidson" and "riddles" into the search field. The
computer beeps in response.
He hits another key to change his search. He types -
Kalaziel, and the screen fills with chilling information: An
angel of the Lord. Has the power to thwart demons of disease.
Bill stiffens, the implications crawling under his skin.
BILL
(whispers)
What the hell?
His fingers fly across the keyboard as he types - Sanders,
followed by law enforcement. He hits enter and a flood of
information floods the screen, each new detail heavy with the
weight of reality.
As he reads, snippets of the text grab his attention: NYC’s
most decorated detective - serial killer Dalton Blaine -
Detective possible murder suspect - Detective kills high
school legend, kills himself.
Bill leans back, shock etched into his features. He clicks on
the link — Dalton Blaine's execution footage.
As the video loads, a blurred figure appears, strapped down,
suffocated by impending fate. Dalton begins to sing, his
voice low, filled with dread and determination, pulling Bill
into the moment.
DALTON (ON VIDEO)
Time... is on my side... Yes, it
is. Time... is on my side... you
know it is...
Bill jolts back, staring in disbelief as chills run down his
spine and the melancholic tone of the song seeps into his
consciousness.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Unraveling Shadows
47 INT. FBI BUILDING - BULLPEN - DAY 47
Lita spots Bill approaching, lifts a piece of paper. He takes
it, an anxious flash in her eyes.
LITA
The words on the top read, what is
the fire we all burn. And the
single word at the bottom-
BILL
Time.
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Lita’s eyes widen.
LITA
Yeah, time. It’s origin is Syrian
Aramaic, it’s biblical. The analyst
puts it at 2000 years, maybe older.
She hesitates, her voice tight with anxiety.
LITA
What’s this all about, Boss? Is it
connected to what happened with
Jason?
Bill glances at his watch, tension in his posture as he walks
away.
LITA
Boss? You okay? Where are you
going?
BILL
New York.
He strides out, urgency in every step.
ADAMS (PRE-LAP)
Ah yes, here we go.
48 INT. POLICE PRECINCT - ADAMS OFFICE - DAY 48
The faint hum of the rainstorm outside filters in through the
closed windows. Bill sits in a worn-out chair across from the
desk, staring at a half-smoked cigar in an ashtray on the
desk.
Lieutenant LARRY ADAMS (55), average height, slightly
overweight is busy searching through a file cabinet. He
removes a thick file.
ADAMS
Detective Demetrius Sanders.
He hands Bill the file.
ADAMS
He was one of our best.
Decorations, impressive arrest
record, spotless career. Then one
day, he just loses it.
Bill’s fingers move methodically, flipping through the files
contents - handwritten notes, diagrams, dates.
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The writing is erratic, almost frantic in some places, as if
the thoughts were scribbled in haste, without time for second-
guessing.
BILL
What happened to him?
ADAMS
Don’t know, but if I were a betting
man, I’d say it had something to do
with the Blaine case.
Bill doesn’t lift his head — doesn’t need to. His eyes peer
upward, sharp and calculating.
BILL
Dalton Blaine?
ADAMS
Dalton Blaine, one sick son-of-a-
bitch. Sanders caught him. But,
shortly after the government did
the world a favor, Sanders starts
getting calls in the middle of the
night and the killings started
again.
BILL
Copycat?
Adams strides to a smaller file cabinet with an air of quiet
precision, his movements deliberate. He digs into his pocket,
removes a key, and inserts it into the cabinet.
ADAMS
Sanders didn’t think so.
The metallic clink of the drawer sliding open echoes softly
through the room as he reaches inside, and with a quick tug,
he produces a small black lock box.
Adams pauses, the silence thickening as he stares down at the
box. He moves with a kind of nervous energy, his fingers
fidgeting against the black lock box.
He steps to the window, his eyes darting toward the rain-
soaked street outside. A quick glance, as if expecting
someone, or something to be watching. He hands Bill the box -
ADAMS
Listen, I don’t know what you Feds
are looking for and to be honest, I
don’t wanna know.
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And draws his office blinds shut, the metal slats clattering
together, cutting off the outside world. The action feels
instinctual, paranoid. He takes a step forward, returning to
his desk.
ADAMS
Sanders was a good man. He was a
damn good detective. But someone,
or something spooked him.
Adams leans against his desk, arms crossed, his face
troubled, fearful. Bill looks up, meeting Adams eyes.
BILL
Some-thing?
Adams, trembling slightly, picks up the half-smoked cigar,
brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply - the ember glowing
bright. The faint cloud of smoke lingers in the air like the
tension between the two men.
ADAMS
When Sanders killed that football
coach and then himself, I caught
the case. I found most of what’s in
that box hid away at Sanders house.
Bill removes a small note book from the black box. A flash of
fear crosses Adams face — brief but unmistakable.
As Bill thumbs through the pages. Adams shifts uneasy against
the desk, his fingers tapping nervously against his knee. His
eyes glued to the notebook, unable to look away.
ADAMS
He thought he was chasing a... a
demon.
Bill’s head jerks up.
ADAMS
Said it spoke some strange, ancient
language, had the ability to move
from body-to-body with just a
touch.
BILL
And you believed this?
ADAMS
(shaking his head)
I don’t know, but after the
murders, things got really weird
around here.
46.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Echoes of the Past
49 INT. POLICE PRECINCT - BULLPEN - DAY (FLASHBACK) 49
A busy squad room. A younger Adams sits at his desk.
ADAMS (V.O.)
One day I’m sitting at my desk,
going through the case file when a
Uniform looks me dead in the eye
and starts singing that damn song.
UNIFORM
Time... is on my side...
everyday...
Adams strikes a curious glance.
ADAMS (V.O.)
The Uniform touches a passing
female officer and just like that,
she starts singing.
The female officer, with striking coal-black eyes, glances
back at Adams, her voice weaving through the crowded bullpen.
FEMALE OFFICER
Time... is on my side... yes it is
now...
Adams raises an eyebrow, curiosity prickling his senses.
ADAMS (V.O.)
Then, she touches the neck of the
mail room clerk.
The clerk turns, his glare piercing — menacing.
CLERK
Time... is on my side... you know
it is now...
Adams heart races, a chill snaking down his spine. His
expression shifts from intrigue to sheer fear.
Adams paces, his footsteps echoing off the floor. His fingers
twitching with nervous energy.
BILL
Coincidence, prank?
He stops near the window, his eyes darting toward the dark
sky outside.
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ADAMS
A week later, the mailroom kid
turns up dead. His body twisted in
ways that still haunt my nights.
Bill's gaze sharpens, his interest piqued.
ADAMS
After that, I wrote the case off as
murder-suicide.
He rubs his temples, his breath shaky.
ADAMS
I Locked those files away and put
it behind me, but I couldn’t erase
the song or the faces.
Bill stands.
BILL
Can I get copies of these
documents?
ADAMS
Hell, I’ll do ya one better.
He gathers the files, hands them to Bill.
BILL
Thank you, Lieutenant Adams.
They share a steady handshake, but the air thickens with
unspoken worry as, Bill strides towards the door.
ADAMS
Special Agent Edge.
Bill halts, an unyielding tension lingering between them.
ADAMS
Sanders had a younger brother, but
after the murders he left the job
and went deep in the whole
religious scene. His parish is on
the Southside, 17th and Howard.
Bill stares at him, his jaw set, eyes unwavering.
ADAMS
And, one more thing, Special Agent.
He takes one last draw from his cigar before snuffing it out
in the ashtray with a sharp twist.
48.
ADAMS
What’s in that box is just the
beginning. Once you start digging,
there’s no crawling back out. If
you want my advice - walk away.
Leave this one alone.
Bill nods, appreciating Adams gravity, before finally exiting
the office, the weight of his warning echoing in his head.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Unease in the Kitchen
51 INT. KAREN’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 51
Sunlight pours through the window, bathing the kitchen in a
warm glow. Karen sits at her cluttered table, surrounded by
case files and legal documents.
Her fingers dance nervously over the pages as she sips her
coffee, steam radiating from the mug. She picks up her watch
and checks the time. She sets the watch down, and buries her
face deep into the file in front of her, her brow furrowing.
52 EXT. STREET - SIDEWALK - DAY 52
Across the street, the VIEW watches her every movement, an
unsettling presence that feels both close and distant.
Suddenly, as if the air thickens, it turns abruptly and walks
away, just as -
INT. KAREN’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
Karen lifts her head abruptly, eyes drawn to the window. The
sunlight spills into her gaze. She frowns as she spots VEG
walking down the street, an inconspicuous figure adorned in
shadows. She sits her coffee cup on the table and walks out
of the room.
53 INT. KAREN’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 53
Heart pounding, Karen checks the front door — securely
locked. She peeks out the living room window, the street
appears empty, yet feels watchful.
54 INT. KAREN’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 54
She returns to the kitchen and reaches for her coffee cup,
but it’s gone. Confused, she searches the room, spotting it
on the counter.
49.
She flashes a confused look, walks over to the counter
failing to notice the window near the table is slightly ajar
and her watch is gone.
55 INT. BILL’S CAR - NIGHT 55
Rain hammers against the windows, drowning out the world
outside. The windshield wipers struggle to keep up, leaving
an endless rhythm of squeaks and sloshes. Bill skims pages in
a well-worn notebook. He flips a page and lingers on Sanders'
scribbled handwriting.
A SERIES OF SHOTS - SANDERS NOTE BOOK PAGES
-- Dalton Blaine.
-- Chicago cop kills partners, self.
-- Phone calls started again.
He flips the page.
-- Biblical... demon.
-- Transfers by touch.
-- Riddles, left hand.
END SERIES OF SHOTS
Bill flips the page again, eyes fixating on a single,
underlined name lingering ominously at the bottom.
AZAZEL.
56 INT. PARISH - HALLWAY - NIGHT 56
The dimly-lit hallway is lined with heavy wooden doors. Each
door is adorned with intricate carvings, lending an air of
neglected grandeur. Bill stands at the entrance of a small
study, where shelves groan under the weight of dusty tomes.
His gaze drifts to DOMINIQUE SANDERS (30), boyish face
shadowed with unresolved pain, dressed in a full-length black
robe, a crimson sash like a bleeding wound across his chest.
DOMINIQUE (PRE-LAP)
I don’t know how I can help you,
Special Agent Edge.
50.
57 INT. PARISH - HALLWAY - NIGHT 57
Bill and Dominique walk slowly, the silence between them
punctuated only by the faint echo of their footsteps.
DOMINIQUE
So much time has passed since my
brother and that coach were...
murdered.
Bill's eyes flash with intensity.
BILL
Did your brother have associates...
anyone that seemed... off? Someone
who might have pushed him to—
DOMINIQUE
Are you trying to imply my brother
was a dirty cop?
Bill lets the question linger in the air, weighty.
BILL
It’s a possibility worth
considering.
Dominique chuckles bitterly, masking a flood of emotions.
DOMINIQUE
Demetrius was the finest detective
in the city. He lived for the
truth.
BILL
And what about his personal life?
Was he under any pressure?
DOMINIQUE
(defensive)
You're talking about me now, right?
Bill studies Dominique, searching for cracks in his bravado.
DOMINIQUE
I was his kid brother, brand new on
the job. Naturally he was worried
about me. But, I was not the cause
of his actions, nor his death.
BILL
Then explain why the city's most
decorated detective kills a revered
coach, and then himself?
51.
Dominique stops, his features darkening as he glares at Bill.
DOMINIQUE
My brother and that coach were
murdered by something unimaginable,
something so horrific many will
never understand.
He hesitates, grappling with revelations buried deep in his
heart.
DOMINIQUE
But you already know this don’t you
- Special Agent Edge?
He turns abruptly and walks away, his robe trailing like a
shadow.
DOMINIQUE
Come Special Agent. There’s a truth
waiting for you.
Bill stares after him, confusion mingling with a growing
sense of dread.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
Into the Darkness
58 INT. HOSPITAL - UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT 58
A door creaks open, revealing a cavernous, dimly-lit
underground parking lot.
DR. KATE HENDERSON (30s), a vibrant woman with kind eyes,
smiles as she scrolls through her phone, oblivious to her
surroundings. She strolls toward her car, her heels echoing
eerily in the vast space, when suddenly -
She freezes, her smile faltering as she senses something
amiss. She turns to the far end of the lot, where an
impenetrable darkness swallows the light.
A rush of fear washes over her. She takes a step back, her
heart pounding in her chest, and she retreats slowly, unsure
if something lurks in the shadows.
A series of lights along the wall flicker violently, and one-
after-one, explode towards her.
Terror grips her as she lunges for her car. Her hands shake
uncontrollably as she fumbles through her purse for the keys.
They slip from her grasp, clattering to the cold concrete -
She bends to pick them up. She rises, panic-stricken, just in
time to see the last light explode, engulfing the parking lot
in complete darkness.
52.
Her breath quickens as the haunting sound of her own eerie
screams wraps around her, echoing into the void.
59 INT. PARISH - CHAMBER ROOM - NIGHT 59
Bill surveys an extraordinary circular room, its soaring
ceilings and towering bookshelves, brimming with ancient
scrolls and tomes.
A small table and a lone chair occupy the center of a grand
horseshoe-shape table. Bill's gaze darts to placards bearing
the names of continents: North America - South America -
Antarctica - Asia - Europe - Africa - Australia.
BILL
What is this place?
Dominique walks in, closing the door behind him.
DOMINIQUE
You’ll discover soon enough.
Silence envelops the room. A door creaks open at the back,
revealing a procession of Elderly Bishops, swathed in
cascading red robes, gliding solemnly toward him. They take
their places, forming an imposing presence around the table.
Each Bishop, a physical representation of the continent they
represent stand quietly behind seats at the table, until -
BISHOP GARY MCDOWELL (70) tall with weathered features and an
air of authority, steps forward.
BISHOP MCDOWELL
Please, take a seat, William.
There’s much to discuss, and very
little time.
Bill scans their stoic faces, searching for clarity amidst
the confusion.
BILL
Who are you people?
BISHOP MCDOWELL
We are the leaders of a sacred
organization - The Covenant. A
profound legacy, known only to a
select few.
Bill narrows his eyes, grappling with disbelief. He sits.
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BISHOP MCDOWELL
The records in this room hold the
history of our existence...
Bill’s gaze flits to the countless tomes surrounding them.
BISHOP MCDOWELL
Dating back to Christ’s time, and
through the epic struggle, the war
between the Angels of Good and
Evil.
A flicker of doubt crosses Bill's face.
BILL
This can’t be real.
BISHOP MCDOWELL
It is all very real, William. We
command The Faithful — a legion
sworn to the preservation and
protection of humanity.
BILL
Preservation and protection from
exactly what?
The EUROPEAN BISHOP, a character with a soft but firm voice,
speaks up.
EUROPEAN BISHOP
From an evil malevolence that not
even Man's most powerful weapons
can defeat.
The AFRICAN BISHOP, vigorous and intense, leans in.
AFRICAN BISHOP
From He that knows who you are and
those you cherish. All in grave
danger now, unless-
BILL
Wait a minute! Who knows who I am?
Bishop McDowell shares a meaningful glance with, Dominique.
Dominique retrieves an ancient tome from a shelf, placing it
with a heavy thud on the table in front of Bill.
BISHOP MCDOWELL
These are records of his evil, his
vessels throughout time — his
endless cycle of contributions to
his Master.
54.
Bill’s brow furrows, his eyes darting to the cryptic script
on the pages.
QUICK FLASHES - NAMES IN THE BINDER
-- Caligula
-- Jack The Ripper
-- Adolph Hitler
-- Pol Pot
-- Ted Bundy
-- Andrei Chikatilo
-- Lee Boyd Malvo
END QUICK FLASHES
BILL
(barely a whisper)
Blaine, Stewart... Azazel.
BISHOP MCDOWELL
(intensely)
Yes, Azazel! An ancient demon,
expelled from both Heaven and Hell.
With merely a touch, he bends the
souls of man and beasts alike.
Bill's expression hardens; his fists clench, as anger and
fear swirl within him.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
The Weight of Destiny
INT. KINCAID’S HOUSE - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Bill has Stewart pinned on his back. Stewart’s hand is
clutched tightly around his forearm. He drills Bill a hard
look, the tension hanging heavy in the air.
BILL
He... he touched me, but nothing
happened. Why?
Bishop McDowell leans in, eyes locked on Bill.
55.
BISHOP MCDOWELL
Because your soul, William bears
the weight of ancient origins.
Bill’s brow furrows, a mix of fear and curiosity washing over
him.
BILL
What does that even mean?
BISHOP MCDOWELL
It means you are not only a
creation of God, son... but perhaps
His last hope.
Bill's eyes widen, grappling with the weight of this
revelation.
61 INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT 61
Bill sits at the bar in a half-empty restaurant, the dim
light casting shadows across his troubled face. A TV plays
above him.
HOST (ON TV)
Do you really believe we are
nearing the end of days, and that
Satan will soon walk among us?
Bill takes a long drink, his jaw tight, eyes narrowing as he
listens.
GUEST (ON TV)
Look at the signs! Record
earthquakes, flash floods, mass
exodus of animals from their
natural habitats...
The Bartender sets a beer in front of Bill, who barely
notices.
GUEST (ON TV)
Gunman killing without reason or
recourse. A man with incomparable
sin elected to the most powerful
office in the free world.
The studio Guest's intensity grips him.
HOST (ON TV)
The world is unraveling. We’ve
heard all of this before. What’s so
different this time?
56.
GUEST (ON TV)
The renewed conflict between God
and Satan.
HOST (ON TV)
A holy war?
GUEST (ON TV)
Yes! The second holy war and
because you and your viewers are
not educated in biblical doctrine
and scriptural prophecies you
cannot begin to comprehend the
pending wrath.
Bill's mind races, mirroring the chaos described on the
screen.
HOST (ON TV.)
Well, there you have it. In the
immortal words of the great band,
R.E.M. and our guest, Theologian
and GMU professor, Dr. Douglas
Millstone - it’s the end of the
world as we know it.
Bill’s phone buzzes, jolting him back to reality. He answers.
BILL
Hello.
But the reflection of the TV in his eyes hints at a deeper
turmoil.
Genres:
["Mystery","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Shadows of Azazel
62 INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 62
Bill walks into an apartment bustling with CSI officers and
crime scene photographers.
He scans the room until he spots Jason across the chaos. As
he moves toward Jason, the weight of the night bears down on
him.
BILL
What we got?
JASON
Oh, hey partner. Glad to see you’re
out of the hospital. How’s your
head?
Bill's silence speaks volumes. His expression hardens.
57.
JASON
African American female, late
twenties-
BILL
What’s the connection?
Jason hands Bill a framed photo bearing the same image from
the Bailiff’s house. The air thickens with tension as Bill
studies it.
JASON
She was his girlfriend, but there’s
more.
63 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT 63
Jason leads Bill into the kitchen. On the table lies a
bizarre configuration of stones. Bill's gaze lingers, his
disgust palpable. Moving to the window, he stares out into
the night - a streetlight illuminating a stark, five-foot
arc.
JASON
(perplexed)
Why would he kill his own
girlfriend?
Bill remains transfixed by the light, his mind racing.
BILL
He didn’t.
JASON
Then who did?
BILL
(intense)
He watched her from over there, in
the shadows.
64 EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - SHADOWS - NIGHT 64
The VIEW hovers, watching Bill and Jason at the apartment
window, the shadows thickening behind them.
65 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT 65
Bill is about to speak when he spots something. He leans
close to the window, squints... waits. And there it is... in
the shadows -
58.
66 EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - SHADOWS - NIGHT 66
A faint red glow pierces the night, revealing a half-smoked
cigar tumbling end-over-end before crashing to the ground,
sending sparks sizzling into the air.
67 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT 67
Bill bursts out of the apartment, urgency propelling him
forward. Jason hot on his heels.
68 EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT 68
Bill and Jason explode through the building’s entrance,
weapons drawn, adrenaline surging. They reach the illuminated
area. Bill points to the smoldering cigar.
BILL
That’s evidence, bag it!
Jason stares at the cigar, uncertainty etched on his face.
JASON
Where did that-
BILL
(hardened)
He was watching us the entire time.
JASON
Who? Who was watching us?
Bill paces, his agitation intensifying.
BILL
Azazel.
Bill's jaw tightens. A long, resolved beat hangs in the air,
as he steels himself for what comes next.
JASON (PRE-LAP)
A spirit, you want me to believe
that our serial killer is a spirit?
Genres:
["Mystery","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
Escalation of Fear
69 INT. FBI BUILDING - CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT 69
Bill watches as Jason flips through the pages in Sanders'
notebook, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern.
BILL
Demon.
59.
JASON
Oh, please forgive me. I stand
corrected, a demon.
BILL
I know this is hard for you to wrap
your head around, but-
JASON
You damn right it’s hard! Okay,
let’s say I do believe this... bull
shit. Why is this Azazel demon
suddenly mind-fucking you?
Jason’s words slice through the heavy air, his frustration
barely contained. Bill paces slightly, his eyes never leaving
Jason.
BILL
That’s what I’m going to find out,
but for now this stays between us.
Got it?
The conversation is interrupted by a knock at the conference
room door. Lita rushes in.
LITA
We got another one.
Bill and Jason exchange troubled glances.
70 INT. HOSPITAL - UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT 70
The Doctor’s car is marked off by crime scene tape, FBI
Agents and CSI teams buzzing with frantic energy. Templeton,
in whispered discussions with two agents, spots Bill and
Jason. He dismisses himself, anxiety in his movements.
TEMPLETON
First the stewardess and now this
Doctor.
An agent approaches Bill with a hollow expression.
AGENT
Sir, this was on front seat.
Bill takes the license, hands it to, Jason. Jason's eyes
widen as recognition hits hard.
TEMPLETON
What is it?
60.
JASON
She’s the doctor that treated me.
Bill's eyes survey the chaos around him.
BILL
He’s upping the game, taunting us.
TEMPLETON
But why? He never reveals his
victims until after he kills them.
BILL
Maybe there’s more at stake for him
now.
Bill turns to walk away, but Templeton's hand snaps out,
grabbing his arm.
TEMPLETON
How would you know that?
Bill spins, his glare slicing through the dim-light, then
locks his gaze on Templeton's trembling left hand.
Templeton’s grip falters, cowardice swelling in his eyes.
TEMPLETON
(voice shaking)
Just find the son-of-a-bitch.
He hurries away. Bill’s gaze hardens, the weight of the
moment dawning heavily. He turns and walks away.
JASON
Hey? Where are you going? You rode
with me, remember?
BILL
I’ll see you in the morning.
The air feels thick with tension as he walks away.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
The Final Sacrifice
71 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 71
The VIEW, observes from across the street as Bill strides
purposefully toward the subway entrance. The VIEW steps from
the darkness, merging with the night, stalking Bill down the
steps.
61.
72 EXT. SUBWAY - PLATFORM - NIGHT 72
Bill reaches the bottom of the steps and approaches the
crowded subway platform, his shoulders tense, scanning the
sea of indifferent faces.
The VIEW emerges, searching through the crowd with eerie
determination, locking eyes on Bill before weaving his way
through the throng.
Bill feigns interest in the subway information board, heart
pounding, as a blurred figure forms behind him. He spins,
locking onto -
VEG.
Standing ten feet away, barely concealed behind the hurrying
commuters - a sinister smile etched across his face. Bill's
grip tightens on his gun, tension radiating from him as he
sidesteps through the crowd towards, VEG.
VEG
You won’t need that, William.
His laughter echoes ominously. His voice, gravelly and
smooth.
VEG
It wouldn’t do you any good anyway.
BILL
Why are you following me?
VEG allows a predatory smile to creep across his face. Bill
sizes him up, then reveals his badge with a swift motion of
his jacket.
BILL
I’m a federal agent. I’m going to
ask you one more time-
VEG glances at the approaching train, the wind whips around
him, pulling at his coat as the train’s distant rumble grows
louder, vibrating through the ground beneath his feet.
VEG
Time is slipping away, William.
Just three more days... three
final...
Bill’s heart races as he watches VEG turn away, an unsettling
grin lingering on his face.
62.
VEG
Sacrifices.
Realization dawns in Bill’s eyes, a weight of dread settling
in. VEG is referring to the murders, the chilling implication
heavy in the air.
He rushes after VEG, pulse quickening as the subway’s
piercing screech fills the station. The rumbling train slams
to a stop, doors slide open, commuters flood off and on.
VEG steps into the cacophony of the train like a dark
specter. Bill instinctively follows.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
Confrontation in the Shadows
73 INT. SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT 73
Unbeknownst to their surroundings, commuting souls sit in
cramped silence, save for the rhythmic rumble of the subway
car. The air is thick with snippets of faint conversations
echoing in the dim light.
Across the aisle, VEG glares at Bill with barely concealed
contempt, his fingers white-knuckled around an object gripped
tightly in his left hand.
VEG
What draws you to these...
He scans the occupants, his lip curling in distaste.
VEG
Filthy creatures, William?
Bill, steady but cautious, inches closer.
BILL
What do you want with them?
VEG’s expression hardens, the corner of his mouth curling
into a derisive smile.
He strides past a HISPANIC MAN in his late twenties, his left
hand bristling softly against the Hispanic Man’s hand. A
barely perceptible shift in the man's stance.
Bill's heart skips a beat as he notices the immediate shift
in both men. VEG, who had been so calm and calculating
moments before, now looks disoriented, his cold, piercing
gaze flickering with confusion. His eyes darting around.
63.
The Hispanic Man’s menacing glare cuts through the crowd like
a knife, locking onto Bill with a ferocity that makes his
blood run cold. The man’s jaw tightens, his posture
stiffening, his eyes burn with an intensity.
HISPANIC MAN (NOW AZAZEL)
Why are you so curious, William?
Bill's pulse quickens; realization washes over him.
BILL
Because, I know who you are.
The Hispanic Man’s smile widens, a chilling confidence
radiating from him. He casually touches a Caucasian FAT MAN
hunched over his bag of chips. The Fat Man looks up with a
bemused expression.
FAT MAN (NOW AZAZEL)
And how do you suppose to know who
I am, William?
He feebly crushes the chip bag, pours them sloppily into his
gapping mouth, laughs out loud at the mess he makes.
BILL
The one called... Azazel.
The Fat Man’s humor flickers out, his jovial facade cracks.
Slowly, he straightens, tension coiling visibly in his frame.
He discards the bag, moving to touch a well-dressed BUSINESS
MAN. Bill misses the exchange.
The Fat Man gives Bill an odd, almost puzzled look, his
eyebrows knitting together as he glances down at the mess of
crushed chips strewn across his seat. Bill suddenly realizes
that the Fat Man is no longer, Azazel.
Bill frantically searches the faces around him, he locks onto
the Business Man, his head lowered, eyes menacing. His gaze
penetrates the space like a knife. He speaks in a low,
sinister voice.
BUSINESS MAN (NOW AZAZEL)
And how did you come by this name,
William?
Bill steps forward, heart racing.
BILL
Not your concern, demon. But, you
are the leader of the Watchers, the
one that speaks in the tongues of
Babel and goes by the left hand.
64.
The Business Man’s expression fluctuates — curiosity, then...
anger.
BILL
The one that stole the gift of song
and when you move as spirit, no
normal being can resist.
Angry, the Business Mann leans closer, their breath mingling,
tension thickening.
BUSINESS MAN (AZAZEL)
You don’t know anything, William.
BILL
I know enough!
BUSINESS MAN (NOW AZAZEL)
You will soon regret that you do,
William.
BILL
Why are you killing these women?
The Business Man steps back, smiles disarmingly.
BUSINESS MAN (NOW AZAZEL)
Because I can, William.
BILL
Because you have to.
BUSINESS MAN (NOW AZAZEL)
The Covenant, (smiling)... idiots.
They’ve sentenced you to a horrible
end, William.
A faint screech resonates as the subway grinds to a halt, the
jolt of the train punctuating the moment. The Business Man
turns, touching a vibrant YOUNG WOMAN in fashionably
eccentric attire standing beside, VEG.
Bill watches, his jaw clenched as the exchange unfolds
effortlessly.
BILL
No Azazel, the Covenant have
sentenced you to your end.
She leans forward, pointing aggressively at Bill, yelling,
voice trembling with anger. Her words sharp and echoing
through the cabin.
65.
YOUNG WOMAN (NOW AZAZEL)
You dare threaten me, William!
Bill doesn’t flinch. A few people whisper, some straighten in
their seats, but no one dares intervene. VEG takes a nervous
step back, putting distance between himself and the Young
Woman.
YOUNG WOMAN (NOW AZAZEL)
I will hurt you in ways that-
Bill doesn’t so much as blink. His voice low, but fierce.
BILL
Fuck you demon! You can’t enter me
and you know it! I will find a way
Azazel and I will kill you!
The Young Woman stands her ground.
YOUNG WOMAN (NOW AZAZEL)
It is true, William. Even after
thousands of years and your
disloyal acts, for some reason...
She inches closer, eyes glinting with malice. She sniffs him
like a wild animal.
YOUNG WOMAN (NOW AZAZEL)
The stench of your soul is
surprisingly still... pure,
William.
Bill clearly doesn’t know, or care what Azazel is talking
about. The train lurches slightly, the motion causing the
Young Woman to sway slightly. VEG looks nervously at Bill,
then at the Young Woman.
Genres:
["Thriller","Supernatural","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
The Watch and the Warning
74 EXT. SUBWAY PLATFORM - NIGHT 74
The train rumbles to a stop, the metal screeching slightly
against the tracks as the entire car jolts forward. The doors
fly open with a hiss - the cool night air sweeping into the
car.
The commuters spring into motion, a familiar and almost
choreographed dance of hurried steps, shuffling feet, and the
rustling of bags as passengers jostle out of the car.
66.
75 INT. SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT 75
The Young Woman tosses an object towards Bill, then quickly
touches, VEG. Bill reacts, grabbing the object mid-flight. He
turns to the spot where the Young Woman had been. She’s gone.
Bill glances at the object in his hand — it's Karen's watch,
glinting beneath the fluorescent lights.
76 EXT. GULF STREAM JET - DAY 76
A gulf stream jet streaks across the bright sky.
KAREN (PRE-LAP)
But, Stewart’s dead. How can he-
77 INT. BUILDING - KAREN’S OFFICE - DAY 77
Karen, trembling and pale, paces nervously, her hands
shaking.
BILL
Stewart is dead, Karen-
KAREN
Then what are you saying?
Bill struggles for the right words. His heart pounds. He
pulls out her watch, offering it to her; her eyes widen in
disbelief.
KAREN
Where did you find this?
BILL
I didn’t. He gave it to me last
night on the train. When did you
have it last?
KAREN
I was home, in my kitchen when I
saw a man-
BILL
A man?! Where?!
Her breath catches in his throat.
KAREN
He was walking down the street.
Something was odd about him.
67.
I went to check the front door.
When I got back, my coffee cup...
my watch-
BILL
What did he look like? What was he
wearing?
She searches for the memory, anxiety written across her face.
KAREN
Long hair, dirty. He had on one of
those green military style jackets.
Bill hands her a photo of, VEG.
KAREN
This is the man. Who is he?
BILL
His name is Randall Wilson. I took
his prints from a rail on the
train. We found his DNA on a cigar
discovered outside the missing
stewardess apartment. We’re getting
a search warrant-
KAREN
Does he have the Doctor?
BILL
We don’t know, but you're not safe
Karen. You have to-
KAREN
I have to do what, Bill?
Bill walks toward her urgently; she extends her hand,
stopping him.
BILL
I’m not going to let anything
happen to you, I promise. There’s
still time before-
KAREN
Before what? A dead man tries to
kill me? How am I suppose to
believe any of this, Bill? How?
Bill stands stiff, feeling the burden of her fear. Karen,
unnerved, walks over to her office window, looking down at
the busy street below - never noticing the large black bird
slowly circling overhead.
68.
Genres:
["Mystery","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
Smoke and Shadows
78 EXT. AIRPORT - PRIVATE HANGER - DAY 78
The Gulf Stream aircraft rolls to a stop. A black sedan idles
nearby. The plane’s door swings open, and four tall, fit men,
clad in black suits - shades shielding their eyes from the
sun - descend.
79 EXT. TRAILER PARK - DAY 79
Bill and Jason leads a FBI swat team towards a rundown
trailer. Tension fills the air as they approach when -
A twelve-year-old boy, a Nerf football tucked under one arm,
steps from the shadows. His gaze locks onto Bill, wide with
innocent curiosity.
Bill halts, his eyes narrowing into a cold, piercing glare.
His eyes locked on the boy. He motions sharply with his hand,
a silent command to move back the way he came.
For a second, the boy hesitates, his eyes flickering with
defiance, like he’s considering challenging Bill’s silent
order. With a nervous glance at the rest of the team, the boy
glares back at Bill while slowly stepping out of view.
As Bill turns to lead the team forward, automatic gunfire
erupts, and a SWAT member drops.
Bill, Jason, and the team dive for cover, returning fire.
Bullets pepper the ground, and around the downed SWAT agent
struggling to crawl for safety.
Bill yanks a smoke grenade from his belt, tossing it into the
chaos, smoke billows and swallows the agent. With adrenaline
surging, Bill races out, firing in the direction of the
trailer.
He reaches the fallen agent, drags him to safety, and quickly
reloads his weapon. He locks eyes with Jason, urgency
mounting.
BILL
Put every fucking thing into that
trailer!
Jason nods, signaling the team.
JASON
Covering fire! Light it the fuck
up!
They unleash a storm of gunfire, shredding the trailer to
splinters. Bill surges forward, leaping into the smoke.
69.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Confrontation with Darkness
80 INT. TRAILER - DAY 80
BOOM! The door blasts open. Bill crashes inside, hitting the
ground hard. VEG, rifle blazing, spins, but it’s too late.
Bill fires, rounds exploding into VEG's chest, face, and
head. VEG’s body crumples, blood splatters the wall.
81 INT. TRAILER - BED ROOM - DAY (LATER) 81
Sunlight streams through bullet holes, illuminating the
chaos. Bill surveys the bullet-riddled walls adorned with
disturbing images of the serial killer’s victims. His brow
furrows; something feels off.
Moving to the window, he spots the red Nerf football lying
forgotten, where the young boy once stood. A grimace crosses
Bill's face. Jason leans in, eyes wide.
JASON
Jesus-a-Christ.
Bill’s phone buzzes. He glances at it, then turns serious.
BILL
Get this place processed. I have to
go.
With a curious look from Jason, Bill bolts from the trailer.
82 INT. CHURCH - BACK OFFICE - DAY 82
Bill steps into the room, eyes scanning. His gaze settles on,
Father Taylor flanked by the four men from the private jet.
They exude a tense authority, their eyes hidden behind dark
sunglasses, unsettling yet compelling.
Father Taylor meets his gaze, a knowing smile surfacing.
FATHER TAYLOR
Hello, Bill.
BILL
How did you get my number?
FATHER TAYLOR
The Covenant.
BILL
Of course. Your cloak and dagger
behavior is starting to make sense
now, Father (nodding) let me guess.
The Faithful.
70.
FATHER TAYLOR
Four of the best sent here to help
us-
BILL
Us?
Father Taylor steps closer, urgency creeping into his voice.
FATHER TAYLOR
Azazel is a powerful demon, Bill.
He has grown stronger with each
passing century. He will be
formidable.
BILL
You’ve faced him before?
Father Taylor exchanges a knowing glance with a Faithful
Member, a tall, muscular man with an unsettling calm beneath
his dark glasses.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
It is exactly as the Covenant said.
Father Taylor approaches a cabinet, unlocking it with
deliberate care, retrieving a worn wooden box.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
What are you doing?
Father Taylor opens the box, revealing an ancient, tattered
bible, wrapped in a weathered linen shawl adorned with
intricate symbols, along with a small wooden cross.
FATHER TAYLOR
(to The Faithful)
Leave us.
They share startled looks, hesitation tinging the air.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
You don’t have the authority-
FATHER TAYLOR
Enough! Do as I say, now.
The Faithful gather their composure and exit quietly, leaving
an air of tension behind. Father Taylor gestures for, Bill to
sit.
FATHER TAYLOR
Bill, there are things you must
learn.
71.
He places the Bible in Bill's hands.
FATHER TAYLOR
Please, hold this tightly.
Bill’s grip tightens on the Bible, skepticism clawing at him.
Father Taylor wraps the shawl gently around Bill’s shoulder.
FATHER TAYLOR
This shawl swaddled Jesus while he
suffered on the cross.
Father Taylor gently rubs a spot on the shawl - a flicker of
reverence in his eyes.
FATHER TAYLOR
His blood still visible after all
these years.
He stares at the wooden cross in his hand.
FATHER TAYLOR
This cross is made from the wood
from the very cross used for Jesus’
crucifixion.
BILL
And you plan to do what with it?
In one swift motion, Father Taylor slams the cross against
Bill’s forehead. Bill’s head jolts back, breath caught in his
throat. He gasps for air, fingers digging into the Bible, as
the room blurs and spins.
Genres:
["Thriller","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
The Clash of Celestial Forces
83 EXT. BIBLICAL TIMES - HILLTOP - DAY (FLASHBACK) 83
Two rugged angels, their massive black wings tucked tightly
against their backs, gaze down at the chaos unfolding in the
valley. Below, a titanic clash of Good and Evil rages, the
air thick with the sound of clashing metal and furious roars.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
Long ago, the brightest of angels,
Lucifer, fell prey to the sinister
pull of pride and sought to
overthrow God.
EXT. BIBLICAL TIMES - BATTLEFIELD - DAY
The battlefield is a whirlwind of chaos — majestic angels in
gleaming white armor wielding golden shields, cutting
mercilessly into dark-cloaked adversaries rising from the
shadows like nightmares.
72.
84 EXT. BIBLICAL TIMES - HILLTOP - DAY 84
On a ridge, a squad of dark angels kneel before - LUCIFER, a
menacing massive figure, his body marred by cruel scars. His
dark eyes twisted in fury, watching the carnage below.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
Lucifer assembled a legion of,
corrupt celestial warriors, luring
them into a war that would echo
through ages.
A second massive angel approaches, head bowed, desperately
avoiding Lucifer's gaze. Lucifer, voice low, laced with
venom.
LUCIFER
Is this your brilliant plan...
The massive angel beside him trembles slightly.
LUCIFER
Azazel?
85 EXT. BIBLICAL TIMES - BATTLEFIELD - DAY 85
The sound of battle crescendos — metal clashing, anguished
cries.
A SERIES OF FLASHES
-- Swords colliding with blinding sparks.
-- Blood droplets splash against the ground like rain.
-- Spears loose from combatants hands, slicing through skin,
ripping flesh and wings from bone.
-- The fallen, both dark and light, lay strewn across the
blood-soaked earth.
END SERIES OF FLASHES
In the heat of the fray, a single warrior, tall, powerful
dressed in brilliant white armor, wielding a magnificent
golden sword, cut through his enemies like wheat.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
St. Michael led the Loyal, the
blessed few who dared to defy
Lucifer’s dark influence. His
General that devised his plans
was...
73.
86 INT. CHURCH - BACK OFFICE - DAY (PRESENT DAY) 86
Father Taylor, pale and shaken, gazes down at Bill's rigid,
contorted form, eyes wide in disbelief.
FATHER TAYLOR
You, Bill.
87 EXT. BIBLICAL TIMES - BATTLEFIELD - DAY (FLASHBACK) 87
Bill, now revealed as the warrior angel, raises his golden
sword, determination etched across his face.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
You were the leader of the Faithful
— a small but formidable force
forged in battle and bound by your
love for, God.
Bill's eyes flicker to the skies as he signals above to two-
hundred angels. He shouts:
BILL
Now! For our Father!
They dive headlong, a cohesive unit of golden fury.
The angels flare thier dive in coordinated unison, their
wings crashing like thunder, and unleash a hailstorm of
golden-tipped arrows, striking Lucifer's legion with divine
precision.
88 EXT. BIBLICAL TIMES - BATTLEFIELD - LATER - DAY 88
The battle is over. Bill and the Faithful stand guard around
Lucifer and his defeated angels, their once-magnificent wings
now gruesome, bloodied stubs.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
After much fighting, God’s loyal
angels triumphed. Lucifer and his
disloyal followers were judged
and cast down from heaven,
never to return.
Lucifer, Azazel, eyes filled with rage, with thier defeated
army, vanish into massive banks of ominous clouds, the sky
crackling with energy.
74.
89 INT. CHURCH - BACK OFFICE - DAY (PRESENT DAY) 89
Father Taylor's expression is grave as he removes the cross
from Bill’s forehead, the Bible from Bill’s hands. Panting
and gasping for air, Bill falls forward.
FATHER TAYLOR
Defeated and embittered, Lucifer
banished Azazel and his most
powerful demons... the leaders of
his army from entering into Hell.
Bill gasped for air, his throat tight as he coughed violently
FATHER TAYLOR
Azazel has tormented humanity for
thousands of years, all in order to
gain favor from Lucifer, and
according the Lost Books of
Enoch... fulfill the false
prophecies.
BILL
Lost books of what? False
prophecies?
FATHER TAYLOR
Prophecies believed written by
Lucifer himself before his
expulsion, foretelling a
dark future.
Father Taylor pulls out a torn, aged page from the Bible, its
script barely legible, the texture fragile under his fingers.
FATHER TAYLOR
It foretells that in the final
days, the souls of God's creations
will be delivered in threes. Fear
and disaster shall reign, evil
shall lead nations, and faith shall
wither.
Bill's breathing quickens as he processes the weight of the
words.
BILL
And what? You believe this is
happening now?
Father Taylor's voice rises, urgency radiating from him as he
continue to read from the page.
75.
FATHER TAYLOR
Priests will hide behind
righteousness, the seas will rise
and swallow the innocent, false
prophets will wield terrifying
power, and the earth will tremble
under the weight of despair!
BILL
This... this is insane! None of
it makes sense!
Bill grips the edge of the chair, his knuckles whitening. He
glances nervously at the shadows in the room as, Father
Taylor reads.
FATHER TAYLOR
Chaos will reign as the daemons sow
distrust, silence prayer. And on
the day of the sixty-third, He
shall rise, welcomed by his General
and once again, his General will
stand at his Master’s right hand,
ready to unleash destruction upon
God's creation.
BILL
A second Holy war, here on Earth?
Father Taylor nods, darkening the atmosphere further.
BILL
What are these Lost Books of Enoch,
and where-
FATHER TAYLOR
There will be time for explanations
later. But for now, listen—
BILL
There’s more?
FATHER TAYLOR
Once God discovered Azazel and his
cohorts on Earth, He displaced
Raphael and sent an army of angels
to erase them.
Bill, feeling the strain of the revelations, rubs the back of
his neck.
FATHER TAYLOR
But Raphael was deceived and fell
to one of his own.
76.
Azazel emerged victorious. He used
his stricken legion to twist
humankind with secrets that led to
sin and corruption.
BILL
The Watchers.
FATHER TAYLOR
Yes, led by Azza and Uzza. They
brought creation to its knees. But
before God could unleash the Great
Flood, He sent you, and a team of
the Faithful, to bind Azazel and
cast him into the desert until
Judgment Day.
BILL
But how did he escape? Why can’t
I remember—?
FATHER TAYLOR
Those answers elude us, because you
and your angels never returned.
BILL
There others here... like me?
FATHER TAYLOR
Kalaziel... Sanders was the last
that we knew still lived, but he
confronted Azazel before we could
get to him.
BILL
He mentioned a prophecy in his
notes.
FATHER TAYLOR
A Blood-Red Moon shall blanket
creation, heralding the world's
end.
BILL
The news... the reports.
Father Taylor nods.
BILL
We have to kill Azazel before that
happens.
77.
FATHER TAYLOR (O.S)
There is only one way to kill
Azazel, but-
BILL
But?
FATHER TAYLOR
It is written in the books that he
who takes Azazel’s life will
become... immortal. Bound to walk
this world forever as God’s
guardian.
Father Taylor locks eyes with Bill, the tension thick enough
to cut.
FATHER TAYLOR
Know this: if you kill Azazel, you
will never enter God’s Kingdom
again.
Silence envelops the room as the gravity of the choice hangs
in the air. Bill's expression shifts — fear, resolve,
uncertainty. The weight of destiny settles over them.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
Race Against Time
90 INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - HALLWAY - DAY 90
Karen, bags in hand, navigates through the bustling hallway.
A sudden burst of shouting erupts behind her. She glances
back, her eyes narrowing in worry.
91 EXT. CHURCH - FRONT DOOR - DAY 91
Father Taylor and Faithful Member #1 watch as Bill speeds
away from the church.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
Does he know?
FATHER TAYLOR
No. Not everything.
They exchange a solemn look.
92 INT. FBI BUILDING - JASON’S OFFICE - DAY 92
Bill bursts into Jason’s office, his face flush with anger.
BILL
How did you lose her?!
78.
JASON
She went to the mall. There was a
situation... a Goth kid tried to
snatch a purse. I went to help
and...
Bill angrily swipes his hand over Jason's desk, displacing a
stack of papers.
JASON
I’m sorry, Boss.
Bill’s eyes fall on an article on Jason’s computer screen -
the headline screams: Tonight, Mercury, Venus, Mars, and
Earth Align.
BILL
(whispering)
The Blood-Red Moon
93 INT. KAREN’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 93
Bill steps into the kitchen, halting as he glares at the
rocks on the table arranged like Stonehenge. His phone rings,
breaking the tension. He answers... a male voice cuts through
the air, dripping with malice.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
I’m going to have so much fun with
her, William.
BILL
I swear if you touch a single hair
on her body, I will hunt you down,
and-
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
I will do with her as the Master
commands, William!
BILL
There will be no place you can
hide, Azazel.
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
I’m tired of hiding, William.
Tonight, the Master will have the
sixty-third and he will rise and
together, with his Army, we will
slaughter Father’s beloved once and
for all. No one, not even you can
stop us.
79.
The line goes dead. Bill, shaken, slams the phone down on the
table.
94 INT. FBI BUILDING - TEMPLETON’S OFFICE - DAY 94
Lita strides into Templeton’s office, a stack of files in
hand. A loose photo hidden among papers catches her eye. She
pulls it out, her breath catching in her throat.
The image of the missing airline Stewardess stares back at
her. She flips it over — a plain white back.
Unease floods her as she digs through the stack, finding
another photo — the missing Doctor. The back is just as
blank. Her stomach twists. She quickly tucks the pictures
between the files and exits the office with urgency.
95 INT. FBI BUILDING - BULLPEN - DAY 95
Lita, visibly anxious, works at her desk when Jason
approaches. She bolts up, matching his stride.
LITA
We need to talk!
JASON
Not now. I got the Mall’s security
tapes I need to-
Lita steps in front, eyes fierce.
LITA
Now, Jason.
96 INT. FBI BUILDING - JASON’S OFFICE - DAY 96
Lita paces as Jason studies the photos of the Doctor and
Stewardess. He glances at her, confused. She snatches a photo
from his hand, slamming it on the desk, face down.
LITA
What’s missing?!
Jason leans in closer, studies... confused. She points to the
back of the photo.
LITA
All case file photos are date
stamped with that big ass, can’t
miss me, FBI red stamp on the
back.
80.
She points to the emptiness on the back of the photos.
LITA
No big ass red stamps, Jason!
Jason grabs a thumb drive from his desk, loads it into his
laptop, and hits play. The chaos of the department store
unravels on-screen. They focus as Karen exits the jewelry
store.
He fast-forwards until Karen glances back at the commotion,
turns a corner, and collides with — Templeton.
JASON
What-the-fuck?!
He bolts up, urgency written across his face as he sprints
towards the door.
JASON
Stay here, and don’t tell anyone
about this! I’ll call you when
we’re ready!
Jason exits in a hurry.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Supernatural"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
Confronting Prophecy
97 INT. BILL’S CAR - DAY 97
Bill drives, lost in a storm of thoughts. Outside, faces zip
by, each one like fleeting ghosts.
BILL (V.O.)
I’ve never really thought much
about death. For reasons I could
never explain, death always
seemed... avoidable.
The faces appear to glare back at him, each glance piercing
him deeper.
BILL (V.O.)
But something about today feels
different. Today death looms like a
shadow, bringing with it the tease
of immortality. But for who?
He glances upward at a bank of dark clouds rolling ominously
across the sky.
BILL (V.O.)
The Heavens will be angry today...
81.
He cuts a glance at a heavy blast of steam hissing from under
a manhole, mirroring the chaos he feels inside.
BILL (V.O.)
Hell will be even angrier.
98 EXT. CHURCH - DAY 98
Father Taylor stands near the entrance, observing as Bill's
car screeches to a halt. Bill leaps out, urgency radiating
from him as he slams a newspaper against Father Taylor’s
chest.
BILL
Don’t pretend you don't know about
this!
Father Taylor steps back, the headline of the newspaper
catches his eye: The Blood-Red Moon Prophecy.
BILL
It’s time to stop bull-shitting me.
You’re going to tell me everything.
Every detail.
Father Taylor pauses, his gaze weighted with unshared
burdens.
FATHER TAYLOR
It’s known as the Tetrad.
BILL
Tetrad?
FATHER TAYLOR
A series of four consecutive total
lunar eclipses, with six full moons
in between. Signs meant to foretell
a reckoning.
BILL
A reckoning of what?
FATHER TAYLOR
Christians worldwide believe that
tonight’s final eclipse of the
Tetrad heralds the second coming
of Christ. They are... gravely
mistaken.
BILL
Enough with the riddles, Father.
82.
FATHER TAYLOR
The Book of Genesis states God uses
celestial bodies for signs. There
have been 62 Tetrads since the
first century AD - tonight’s is the
63rd.
BILL
Okay.
FATHER TAYLOR
The Lost Books tells us that the
63rd Tetrad will usher in Satan’s
return and the second battle
between the Angels. A holy war not
only for the Heavens, but for Earth
and all of humanity.
Faithful Member #1 steps out -
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
There will be signs in the sun, in
the moon, and in the stars.
Anxiety evident in his hurried steps.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
When these things happen, look up
and lift up your heads - your
redemption draws near.
He locks eyes with, Bill.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
The words of Luke, my ancestry.
FATHER TAYLOR
Azazel’s sacrifice of the three
tonight, the last of them, the
sixty-third. He must kill the last
sacrifice when the Blood-Red Moon
reaches its peak.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
And with this final act, the earth
will bleed under the weight of the
sixty-third. Trumpets will sound,
angels will clash — the fate of
humanity will hang in the balance
for centuries until the King stands
high upon the throne.
BILL
Which King?
83.
A weighty silence hangs in the air.
FATHER TAYLOR
There-in lies the dilemma my son.
The King of Heaven, or...
BILL
The King of Hell.
Father Taylor nods, his gaze unwavering.
FATHER TAYLOR
Come. Time is short... we must
prepare.
Bill glances back at the empty streets, the urgency pressing
on him like a physical weight, then turns to follow Father
Taylor into the church.
Genres:
["Supernatural","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
Urgent Confrontation
99 INT. CHURCH - BACK ROOM - DAY 99
The creaky door swings open, and Father Taylor enters,
flanked by Bill and Faithful Member #1. An array of weapons
glint ominously on a table in front of the other Faithful
Members, each of them wrapped in anxious anticipation.
FATHER TAYLOR
We've located Azza, one of Azazel's
underlings. He has led us to
Azazel's current host and location.
Bill’s tense posture sharpens, eyes narrowed.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
Your Director Templeton.
BILL
Then what the hell are we waiting
for?! Let's go-
Faithful Member #1 interjects, his calm demeanor contrasting
with Bill’s urgency.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
If we strike now, we risk losing
him again. We must wait—
BILL
Three women are in danger! They
could be dying right now!
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
They are not our concern.
84.
BILL
She is my concern!
A tense silence fills the room. Father Taylor steps in,
sensing the churning emotions.
FATHER TAYLOR
Bill, Templeton is being watched.
We will know when he returns.
Bill's hands tremble slightly as he picks up an intriguing
amulet from the table.
BILL
What’s this?
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
The Amulet of Eucharist. Believed
to be over 2,000 years old. It
contains the papyrus fragments of
the words prayed by Jesus over the
disciples at the last supper. It
protects it’s wearer from dominion
of evil spirits.
Bill points.
BILL
And those?
Faithful Member #1 picks up a handgun. Bill slides the Amulet
into his pocket.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #2
Useless, but necessary. Bullets
will kill the host, but not the
demon.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #3
Azazel will leap the minute he
senses his host’s death.
Bill’s frustration mounts as he swings his gaze back to the
table.
BILL
How long can the he survive outside
his host?
FATHER TAYLOR
Up to two-minutes... less for his
Underlings, we believe.
Bill's face tightens in doubt.
85.
BILL
You believe?
FATHER TAYLOR
William, Azazel and his Underlings
can leap into any form of visible
life. They can pass through solid
walls, but they cannot escape
water, nor penetrate the earth.
BILL
And what prevents Azazel, or one of
his Underlings from leaping into
one of you?
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
Like you, we are descendants from
holy ancestral bloodlines and with
the help of our training, we can
resist dominion for a short period
of time.
Pacing the room, Bill stops and lifts an oddly shaped blade,
its polished metal glistening with a heavy history.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #3
The Spear of Destiny. Azazel used
it to stab Jesus in the side on the
day of His crucifixion. It’s the
only weapon that can kill Azazel
and his kind.
FATHER TAYLOR
The Faithful can temporarily trap
the demon in its host body until it
can be destroyed. But, they must
act quickly and work as a team.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #4
This is why you must strike and
kill Azazel-
BILL
I’m not killing anyone until I find
out where Karen and those two
missing women are being held.
The Faithful exchange worried glances. Tension hangs heavily
in the air.
FATHER TAYLOR
Bill, there may not be time. You
must act quickly, or we risk
failure and certain death.
86.
BILL
I don’t give a shit. According to
that article we have until the moon
reaches its peak in the sky. Azazel
talks first, then he dies.
He throws the Spear of Destiny to a now-fuming Faithful
Member #1.
BILL
If you don’t like my plan, then
kill him yourself.
Bill’s phone rings, cutting through the rising tension. He
steps back, answers, his voice tense but hushed.
BILL
You ready?
JASON (V.O.)
Everything's in place.
BILL
You know what to do. And one last
thing. If this thing goes south,
everything you need to clear your
name is at my house.
Bill hangs up, tension still coiling around him. As everyone
steels themselves, a ticking clock is heard faintly,
reminding them of the dwindling time.
Genres:
["Thriller","Supernatural","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Confrontation at Templeton's
100 INT. VAN - DAY 100
Faithful Member #2 grips the steering wheel, eyes darting to
the rearview mirror. In the back, Father Taylor, Bill, and
the Faithful prepare, tension hanging thick in the air.
A SERIES OF SHOTS - FINAL PREPARATIONS
-- Faithful Member #1 grips his automatic weapon.
-- Faithful Member #3 loads a magazine, eyes burning with
anger.
-- Faithful Member #4 adjusts his black body armor, catching
a glimpse of his own reflection in the van’s window.
-- Father Taylor clutches a Bible, whispering a prayer, his
eyes filled with determination.
END SERIES OF SHOTS
87.
FATHER TAYLOR
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death, I
shall fear no evil...
101 EXT. FAITHFUL VAN - DAY 101
Dark rain clouds swirl ominously above. The van speeds down a
winding road, cutting through the looming shadows. In the
distance, lightening strikes wrap like thorny, protective
hands around the city’s jutting skyline.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
For thou art with me; Thy rod and
thy staff, they comfort me.
102 INT. TEMPLETON'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 102
Glossed hardwood floors reflect the light of expensive
chandeliers, leading to a glass front door, when -.
FATHER TAYLOR (V.O.)
Thou preparest a table before me in
the presence of mine enemies.
Suddenly — BOOM! The door explodes inward and The Faithful
spill into the room. Templeton sprints into the room,
startled.
TEMPLETON
Who the hell are you people?!
The Faithful quickly surrounds him, a formidable circle of
determination. Templeton smirks, masking his fear.
TEMPLETON
Do you know who the fuck I am?! I
am the Director of FBI Operations-
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
You are Lucifer's whore and your
reign of terror over humankind ends
today, demon!
Templeton's facade falters a moment. He turns, locking eyes
with Bill.
TEMPLETON
Bill?! Have you lost your fucking
mind?! Who are these people?!
88.
Bill steps forward, resolve hardening, and without warning -
BAM! He punches Templeton squarely in the face, followed by
another swift blow to his mid-section. Templeton doubles
over, stumbles.
The Faithful quickly reposition, careful to keep Templeton
inside their human circle. Templeton looks up just as Bill
grabs him.
BILL
Where is she? Where is Karen and
those women?! Where are you keeping
them?!
Templeton, gasping for breath. Blood trickles from the corner
of his mouth, his face twisted in pain.
TEMPLETON
Your career is over, Bill! I
promise I will-
Without hesitation, Bill slams his knee hard into Templeton’s
chest, the force driving the air from his lungs in a harsh
gasp.
Templeton collapses to the floor, choking on his breath, but
Bill’s grip on his collar is merciless, yanking him up so
that they are face-to-face.
BILL
Talk you piece of shit!
Bill’s grip tightens, the fabric of Templeton’s collar
twisting in his fist, but Templeton’s gaze shifts subtly. A
quick, unnoticed glance across the room at Father Taylor.
Father Taylor teeters, as if an invisible weight presses down
on him. His knees wobble, and he stumbles slightly, his hand
reflexively rubbing his face, as though trying to clear his
head.
Bill, still focused on Templeton, doesn’t see it. He’s locked
in, his face inches from Templeton’s, his anger fierce. But
Templeton’s half-smile grows, barely visible, as he senses
Taylor’s struggle from the corner of his eye.
TEMPLETON
How the fuck would I know where
those missing women are? Now get
the fuck off-!
Bill slams the wooden cross against Templeton's forehead. It
sizzles against his skin. Templeton writhes in pain, his true
nature beginning to unravel.
89.
The circle tightens. Father Taylor watches, anxiety etched on
his face as Templeton groans, squirms in agony, his face
contorts. He mutters the familiar gibberish in a low, demonic
voice.
Bill removes the cross... Templeton relaxes, laughs out-loud.
His eyes turn pure black and he is suddenly revealed as,
Azazel.
Note: All Templeton’s POVs will be seen as Azazel (THE VIEW)
for the rest of the script.
FATHER TAYLOR
Kill him now, Bill!
BILL
(to Templeton)
Where are you holding them?!
Templeton chuckles.
TEMPLETON
(voice distorting)
Do you believe these weak cretins
can stop me, William?
BILL
We can end this right now, Azazel.
Just tell me where she is?
Father Taylor cuts a nervous glance at the darkness creeping
up outside. Templeton, revealing his malevolence, laughs — a
sinister, chilling sound.
TEMPLETON
Soon, this world will kneel at my
Master's feet.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
We are running out of time! Kill
him now!
Bill reaches into his jacket, removes the Spear of Destiny,
and presses it hard against Templeton’s throat.
TEMPLETON
Has the time finally come for you
to redeem your sins in the eyes of
our Father, William?
Bill tightens his grip on the Spear, the ancient weapon
glinting faintly in the low light, its tip pressing into the
soft flesh of Templeton’s neck
90.
TEMPLETON
And, what excuse will you give for
breaking into your Director’s home
and slitting his throat, William?
Bill hesitates. He relaxes the pressure, easing up, just
slightly. Templeton’s brow tightens - it’s the exact reaction
he was hoping for. The atmosphere suddenly electrifies - an
ominous rumble shakes the room, and -
A burst of dark energy erupts, sending everyone reeling. The
Faithful’s circle is shattered.
Across the room, the blast slams hard and loud into Father
Taylor. He loses his balance... spots a set of legs barreling
down the stairs as he recovers.
FATHER TAYLOR
The stairs!
Faithful Member #2 turns just as gunfire erupts, splintering
the floor. He’s hit, collapsing lifelessly. The shooter —
Goth Guy — descends, eyes filled with deranged intent.
Faithful Member #3 retaliates, firing bursts of tracer
rounds, tearing through Goth Guy's form. Father Taylor
lunges, plunging a blade into Goth Guy, who shrieks,
entrapped in torment.
The scene descends into chaos.
Templeton grabs Faithful Member #1 around his neck. His
fingers dig in, tighter and tighter.
TEMPLETON
(snarling, low)
Your bloodline should have remained
loyal to the Master.
For a brief second, it looks as though Templeton has the
upper hand — his grip unrelenting, his eyes burning, but
Faithful Member #1 isn’t defeated so easily.
With a sudden surge of strength, he shoves Templeton
backwards. Templeton’s body slams into the wall, the force of
the impact puncturing the wall, sending dust and debris
raining down.
Faithful Member #1 stumbles back a few paces, clutching his
neck, his breathing ragged but determined. His eyes locked on
Templeton, burning with both fury and something deeper.
91.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
(hoarse, seething)
The years have made you weak,
demon.
Templeton, pressed against the wall, his breath coming in
short, shallow bursts - his black eyes gleam with something
unnerving
TEMPLETON
(voice gravelly, taunting)
You think that makes a difference,
77?
He lunges... Templeton counters with impossible speed,
delivering a blow to Faithful Member #1’s throat. Templeton
swings again, but his arm is stopped mid-air, by -
Bill.
Bill’s body twists with an unnatural grace, his vampire-like
speed propelling him forward as he slips behind, Templeton.
With a surge of supernatural power, Bill grabs Templeton by
the back of his neck and drives him face-first into the wall
with a sickening thud.
Bill pivots, dragging Templeton across the room, and in a
single, forceful motion, he runs Templeton headfirst toward
the glass.
CRASH!
The window explodes outward, a shower of jagged glass rain
down as Templeton’s body smashes and disappears through the
shattered pane, and -
Crashes hard onto the rain soaked ground below. He lands in a
heap, motionless for the moment.
104 INT. TEMPLETON’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 104
Inside, Bill stands at the broken window, his chest heaving,
adrenaline pulsing as he watches Templeton on the ground
outside.
Faithful Member #1 pries himself up from the floor. The room
around him reflects chaos, but he knows this fight isn’t
over.
92.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
Where is he?! Where is, Azazel?!
BILL
Outside! He’s down!
Bill’s eyes dart to Faithful Member #4, slumped against the
wall, a twisted, broken neck... then to Father Taylor.
BILL
(to Father Taylor)
Are you hurt?!
FATHER TAYLOR
I’m... alright.
Father Taylor glances at Goth Guy - his left arm bearing an
uneven, jagged mark.
FATHER TAYLOR
The mark of, AZZA.
BILL
Good. One down, two to go.
FATHER TAYLOR
Azazel?! He’s still lives?!
BILL
He’s down, outside-
Father Taylor scrambles to his hands and knees, his once-
pristine cassock now dusted and torn. His breath comes in
ragged gasps as he frantically digs through the debris
scattered across the room.
FATHER TAYLOR
Hurry, we must find the Spear and
kill him before its too late!
A sudden gust of wind whistles through the shattered window,
carrying with it the faintest sound — a distant eerie echo,
like a whisper. Faithful Member #1 glances out of the window,
eyes widening in alarm.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
He’s gone!
Bill moves like a man possessed, his boots pounding against
the stone floor as he speeds toward the door.
FATHER TAYLOR
William, stop!
93.
Bill spins around, his face flushed with a mix of panic and
frustration.
FATHER TAYLOR
We will go after him. You must stay
and find the Spear.
BILL
What if he leaps?
FATHER TAYLOR
He won’t. He has to kill the sixty-
third at the exact moment the Blood
Red Moon reaches it peak.
Faithful Member #1 helps Faithful Member #3 to his feet,
their eyes drawn to the pooling blood beneath Faithful Member
#2’s body.
FATHER TAYLOR
Be swift, William. We will not be
able to hold him for long.
Bill’s face hardens, his breath comes in shallow bursts but
vulnerability flickers in his eyes. He speaks, voice
trembling slightly.
BILL
Father Taylor, wait! What if what
happened the last time I faced
Azazel... happens again?
A deep silence fills the room, the rain pounding outside -
the storm howls.
FATHER TAYLOR
You cannot fail us, William. If you
do, the world, the fate of
humanity, everything will be
destroyed, and...
His voice softens, heavy with implications.
FATHER TAYLOR
She will die.
Bill’s expression shifts as Father Taylor’s words settle — a
tether to Karen, his personal stake in this war. With a final
piercing glance, Father Taylor leads the remaining Faithful
out the door.
94.
The day is slowly slipping away. The rain pours mercilessly.
Faithful Member #1 burst from the woodline into a small
clearing, panic rising as he spots a shed near the clearing’s
edge.
The stormy Potomac River thrashes violently forty feet below,
a chaotic torrent of dark water crashing against the jagged
rocks lining the riverbank.
Above, the Blood Red Moon rises ominously, casting its eerie
glow on the swirling waters. The moon seems too close, too
vivid — like a wound bleeding out over the land.
Father Taylor steps forward from the shadows, his silhouette
framed against the moonlight. His cassock flaps wildly in the
wind, but he remains still, a grave look etched into his
features.
FATHER TAYLOR
(voice filled with
desperation)
Quick! We must find Azazel while
there is still time!
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
No Father! You cannot help us now!
FATHER TAYLOR
But, we-!
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
No, if we cannot stop him, then you
must help, William! He must not
fail us again!
Silence. They lock eyes. Father Taylor nods slowly, his eyes,
deep and tired, he places a hand on Faithful Member #1's
shoulder.
FATHER TAYLOR
May God be with you my, sons!
The two Faithful Members sprint towards the shed. Father
Taylor’s lips move in a silent prayer as he steps back into
the stand of trees.
106 INT. TEMPLETON’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 106
Bill spots the Spear of Destiny amidst the rubble. He grabs
it and bolts out the front door, determination etched on his
face.
95.
107 EXT. SHED - DAY 107
Faithful Member #1 turns the doorknob. It’s locked. He looks
to Faithful Member #3, pointing toward the back. Faithful
Member #3 nods, slipping around to the opposite side.
108 EXT. SHED - BACKSIDE - DAY 108
Faithful Member #3 moves cautiously, his eyes narrowed
against the relentless rain.
109 INT. SHED - DAY 109
Faithful Member #1 peers inside, heart plummeting. Karen and
the two missing women are tied to chairs, mouths gagged,
terror clouding their faces.
110 EXT. SHED - BACKSIDE - DAY 110
Faithful Member #3 inches closer when a sudden blast of rain
pummels his face. He shields his eyes, his vision momentarily
lost, when - He freezes... eye’s wide, he gasps, and blood
spews from his mouth.
TEMPLETON
(whispering coldly)
You shouldn’t have come here...
Faithful Member #3 tries to raise his gun, but Templeton
knocks it from his hand, then gives a hard push and twist of
the crude shaped blade he’s buried deep in Faithful Member
#3’s stomach.
Faithful Member #3 stumbles, shocked, pain coursing through
him as he collapses to the ground.
Templeton slowly eases the blade from Faithful Member #3 mid-
section... relishing the moment before shoving Faithful
Member #3 down with his foot.
A noise erupts behind him. Faithful Member #1 charges in,
heart pounding, weapon raised, eyes ablaze, he fires... BANG!
BANG! BANG! Templeton speeds away as the bullets rip chucks
from the shed’s wall.
Genres:
["Thriller","Horror","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
The Reckoning in the Woods
111 EXT. WOODS - DAY 111
Bill sprints through the rain-soaked underbrush, heart
pounding. He stops abruptly, senses heightened, spinning
toward the sounds of gunfire.
96.
112 EXT. SHED - DAY 112
Faithful Member #1 dashes around the corner, adrenaline
coursing through him. He collides hard into Templeton -
waiting in ambush. They both crash to the ground.
Faithful Member #1 scrambles to his feet. Rage bubbling
inside him, he pivots and delivers a fierce kick to
Templeton’s mid-section. Just as he readies another blow,
Templeton reacts -
Slamming his crudely shaped blade into Faithful Member #1’s
thigh.
He screams, driven backward, he fumbles to dislodge the
blade, but Templeton seizes him by the neck and yanks the
blade free, and plunges it deep into Faithful Member #1's
side. With a desperate gasp, Faithful Member #1 struggles.
TEMPLETON
(sneering)
Look at you, still clinging to
false hope!
Templeton prepares for a second stab when he’s suddenly
knocked over by, Father Taylor.
Thier bodies tumble across the wet ground. Father Taylor
recovers quickly, spots Templeton’s blade on the ground. He
grabs it. He lunges at Templeton with fierce determination,
eyes blazing, but is movement is awkward... clumsy.
Templeton sidesteps easily, swatting the blade from Father
Taylor’s hand as he delivers a bone-crunching punch to his
face. With a brutal motion, he grabs and hurls Father Taylor
against the shed.
Templeton stumbles, retrieves his blade, scowls as he turns
his attention back to, Faithful Member #1.
TEMPLETON
Why do your kind continue to insist
on this futile struggle?!
Faithful Member #1 drags himself through the mud towards
Father Taylor while the rain pours, soaking him, blurring his
vision.
TEMPLETON
Have you not grown weary after so
many millenniums?! Do you not hate
Father for His constant failures
and your eternal defeats?!
97.
Faithful Member #1 rolls onto his back, glaring up at
Templeton through the sheets of rain, desperation mixing with
anger.
FAITHFUL MEMBER #1
It is not Father we hate, demon!
Templeton kneels... he twist the blade into Faithful Member
#1’s forehead, cutting from hairline-to-eyebrow. Faithful
Member #1 cringes... screams.
TEMPLETON
It is a shame your end comes today
old friend!
The air thickens with shared hatred as they stare each other
down.
TEMPLETON
Our battles will be,
(twirling his blade)
sorely missed!
Templeton squares his crude blade against Faithful Member
#1’s chest.
TEMPLETON
Rest now, old friend and tell
Father, my brothers, and all of
Heaven - I shall be coming for them
soon!
Just as Templeton readies his final thrust—
BILL (O.C.)
I wouldn’t count on that if I were
you, Azazel!
Templeton’s head snaps around. He spots Bill, a tempest of
fury and resolve, backed by the deafening rain. He leaps to
his feet, pointing his crude blade towards, Bill.
TEMPLETON
You should have killed me long ago,
William when you had the powers to
do so!
Bill circles Templeton slowly, a predator focused on his
prey. Templeton follows his movement with eyes that burn with
demonic hatred.
98.
BILL
What you say may be true, and then
again it may be more of your lies
and bullshit! Either way...
Bill’s gaze is drawn upward, locked on the rising Blood Red
Moon looming in the sky like an omen. Dark clouds swirling
around it. The violent thrashing of the Potomac below
mirroring the turmoil inside him.
BILL
You will not survive this day,
Azazel!
Genres:
["Supernatural","Action","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Cliffside Confrontation
113 INT. SHED - NIGHT 113
Karen wrestles against her bindings, finally managing to free
her mouth.
KAREN
Help! We’re in here! Please help
us!
114 EXT. SHED - NIGHT 114
The sharp crack of Karen’s muffled screams cuts through the
storm’s roar. Templeton’s head snaps around, his eyes wild,
adrenaline surging through his veins. A flicker of fear
showing through his bravado.
BILL
What happens Azazel when Lucifer
learns you’ve failed him again?!
Templeton glances back to the shed.
BILL
Will he kill you, or will he banish
you to a region of Hell that even
you fear?!
Templeton's eyes ignite with rage.
TEMPLETON
I - fear - nothing! No one,
William!
Suddenly, the wind shifts. It starts as a low howl in the
background filling the air with a sharp, almost deafening
force.
99.
From within the swirling winds, voices begin to emerge — low,
guttural whispers that seem to come from everywhere and
nowhere all at once.
Templeton pauses, his sneer fading as he cocks his head to
the side, his brow furrows, fear clouds his face.
Then, like smoke rising from the depths of the earth, they
appear. Wispy, shadowy figures begin to materialize. At
first, barely visible against the storm’s fury.
But as the wind howls louder, the figures solidify, taking on
grotesque, inhuman forms. Their bodies are thin and twisted,
like the tortured shapes of something that had once been
human, but had long since forgotten what that meant.
They slither through the air like serpents, whispering words
in a language too old to recognize, yet their meaning is
unmistakable: malice, rage, and hunger. Templeton’s body
tremors.
BILL
Somehow, I don’t believe you,
demon!
Templeton’s heart races, the wind tearing at him, pulling him
toward the edge of panic, his lips curl in disdain.
TEMPLETON
Believe?! Why do you still cling to
your faith, William?! Why would you
care to do His bidding again after
that which He did to you?!
BILL
I don’t know what you’re talking
about demon, and right now, I can
care less!
TEMPLETON
You really don’t remember any of it
do you?!
A bitter laugh escapes Templeton, echoing in the storm. Bill,
stiffening, narrows his eyes.
TEMPLETON
You, our Father's loyal enforcer
and trusted adjudicator! Do you not
remember our last confrontation?!
What led you to disobey Him once
discovering the futility in His
grace?!
100.
Bill glares, lost to the episodes Templeton is describing.
TEMPLETON
You are like me, William! Fallen!
Both cast out by our Masters!
Banished to this miserable,
pathetic world!
Bill’s resolve hardens, his fists clenching as the dark
demonic figures flicker and shift in the distant wind.
BILL
I am nothing like you, demon! And
when I kill you-!
TEMPLETON
Then what?! You are the last of
your kind, and our numbers are many
now! You can’t imagine to kill us
all!
Templeton glances around, his eyes darting from shadow to
shadow. The wispy demonic figures seemed to flicker in and
out of existence, like smoke caught in a sudden gust of wind.
TEMPLETON
The Lost Books, they hold the
secrets to your existence and...
betrayal, William! It’s to bad you
will never lay eyes upon them!
Tonight, this world will end, and-
Bill’s brow furrows - he shouts.
BILL
Time!
Templeton eyes him oddly.
BILL
Our riddle, remember?! The answer
is time! And after I kill you
Azazel, I will have until the end
of time to hunt down and kill every
miserable existence of your kind!
The whispered demonic sounds and tangled voices grow louder,
closer.
BILL
They're coming for you, Azazel! It
won’t be long now!
101.
Templeton’s gaze darts to the rising Blood Red Moon as he
grips his blade, tension coiling in the storm. Bill
unsheathes the Spear of Destiny, grounding himself.
The wind howls, the air alive with the electric charge of the
demonic whispers echoing in the background. Templeton growls
loud and with predator like intensity - he lunges.
Thunder booms as they clash in a flurry of strikes and
blocks, each movement fluid and fierce.
Bill ducks beneath a wild swing, pivoting, slicing through
rain drop after rain drop, until - his blade grazes
Templeton’s neck, blood mingles with the downpour.
Templeton stumbles, regains his footing. His face twists in
pain, but there’s a manic fire in his eyes, something primal
that won’t let him stop.
Bill stands a few feet away, his chest heaving from the
effort, drenched from the rain, but unflinching. The Spear
rests at his side. He squares his stance, readying himself
for the attack he knows is coming. He doesn’t have to wait
long.
With a wild, guttural roar, Templeton charges, moving with
speed and ferocity. His body twists and lunges, his
movements, every strike driven by raw fury.
They exchange blows like two forces of nature, their reflexes
freakishly fast, each strike a blur, their hands and feet
slipping between punches, kicks, and the pelting rain.
Every hit is dodged or deflected by mere inches, the rain
splashing around them as - Bill’s blade rips deep across
Templeton’s chest... blood sprays into the air like rain
drops.
But, Templeton keeps coming. Bill swings, and with uncanny
agility, Templeton slips under the strike, causing Bill to
miss - it’s a costly mistake.
With one clean, brutal motion, Templeton snares Bill into a
tight embrace and drives him hard into the shed. The wall
buckles - knocking the Spear of Destiny from Bill’s hand.
Templeton delivers a series of ferocious, lightening quick
strikes to, Bill’s mid-section. Bill buckles... then screams.
He head butts Templeton causing forcing him backwards, and
falling awkwardly to the ground.
Bill doubles over in pain, drops to his knees, and with one
clean, brutal motion, he grips the handle of Templeton’s
crudely shaped blade - protruding from his side.
102.
Templeton leaps up with unnatural speed - ready to strike,
his eyes wild, his face twisted with a mix of pain and fury.
But then - he freezes. His chest rising and falling with
shallow breaths.
His body remains perfectly still. Panic builds in his
expression. Only his eyes move, frantically scanning, then
locking on the large dark, menacing, wispy figure hovering
inches from his face.
It’s barely visible at first, just a shadow in the storm, but
it slowly becomes more defined, its shape twisting and
writhing as if made from the blackest smoke. Its eyes empty
voids, hollow. It stares deep into Templeton, as if it’s
peering into his soul.
Behind them, a group of shadow demons skim low and high
across the landscape. Thier wispy tendrils coiling and
snapping in the air around them like serpents, each one
whispering unspeakable things just beneath the howl of the
wind.
Templeton’s breath catches in his throat, a sharp intake of
terror. His lips twitch, but no words come. Bill watches as a
demonic figure hovers inches from Templeton’s face.
TEMPLETON
No, no wait... there’s still time!
Bill tries to get to his feet, but the pain is too much. He
falls back against the shed.
TEMPLETON
(pointing)
The Blood Red Moon is near!
Bill grips the protruding blade’s handle, and with a hard
jerk - rips the blade from his side. His body shutters. He
drops the blade to the ground.
He glances back to Templeton, frozen in place, locked in a
silent battle with the demonic figure. His body shaking with
fear, as the wisps of dark energy curl around him like a
snake ready to strike.
TEMPLETON
The sixty-third is inside!
The shadow demon careens, staring at the shed.
TEMPLETON
You take their souls, claim them as
your own! The Master will approve!
103.
Bill cuts a quick glance upward, catching sight of the Blood
Red Moon rising through the thick, swirling clouds on the
storm-raged horizon. His eyes flick quickly to his right,
locking onto the Spear of Destiny just a few feet away.
TEMPLETON
They’re ready! I’ve prepared them!
Their souls will be incalculable!
A... a trade for my continued
existence...!
Templeton’s chest rising and falling unevenly as his body
fights the pain and the fear, stands frozen in place by the
shadow demon hovering near him. His lips curl into a sneer.
TEMPLETON
So that I may finish that which I
have started!
He looks with twisted, angry confidence at, Bill.
TEMPLETON
Tabbris’ soul shall be my final
sacrament to the Master!
Templeton is interrupted by more muted crying and pleading
from inside the building and in a flash - the shadow demon
speeds to the building, presses its hand against the wall,
sensing the fear inside.
TEMPLETON
Take them! Take their souls to the
Master!
The shadow demon’s swirling henchmen rush to the shed, the
wind howls louder, the storm seemingly responding to thier
whispered fury.
Bill gives the angry Potomac a quick glance, and without a
second thought - he rips the Spear of Destiny from the wet
grass.
Time seems to slow for an instant as he barrels toward
Templeton, his face contorted with fury. Templeton, standing
too close to the cliff's edge, has no time to react.
His eyes widen in shock, realizing too late what’s about to
happen. Bill charges, his boots pounding through the rain-
soaked earth as he barrels toward, Templeton.
104.
Templeton’s face twists with terror as Bill slams into him -
the momentum carrying them past the point of no return, and
with a sickening lurch, they topple over the edge of the
cliff, hurtling through the air, 40 feet into - the Potomac’s
icy depths.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Descent into Darkness
115 INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT 115
The river’s power is immediate, pulling them into its
swirling vortex. Templeton thrashes wildly, his face twisted
in a mask of primal fear. He claws for the surface, desperate
for breath.
Bill fights to keep Templeton submerged, straining against
the powerful undercurrents. The water churns around them, a
swirling cauldron of chaos.
116 INT. TEMPLETON’S HOUSE - NIGHT 116
Lita leads a FBI SWAT team through the front door. Her eyes
narrow as they catch sight of Goth Guy on the stairway. There
are no signs of the fallen, Faithful.
117 INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT 117
Bill and Templeton are locked in a ferocious death struggle
against each other and the furious Potomac. Each movement is
a fight for life.
118 EXT. WOODS - NIGHT 118
Jason and a team of FBI SWAT agents move tactically through
the woods, scanning their surroundings.
119 INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT 119
As they struggle, the fight drains them — both combatants
weakening under the onslaught of water and fear. Bill
tightens his chokehold, summoning the last remnants of
strength. Templeton’s eyes widen, his panic palpable.
120 INT. SHED - NIGHT 120
The shadow demons dance menacingly, while their fearsome
leader closes in on the terrified stewardess. The demonic
figure reaches out with skeletal hands, stroking the
stewardess’s face, forcing her mouth open.
105.
As she screams, her vitality begins to vanish, her skin
losing its warmth and color. Each second robs her of youth —
a grotesque and chilling transformation.
121 INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT 121
Templeton, clearly at the end of his rope, claws weakly at
Bill’s grip. Desperation emanates from him. Bill, fading...
gathers himself, struggling against the current to lift the
Spear of Destiny for a decisive blow.
Suddenly, Templeton breaks free with a burst of adrenaline
and knocks the Spear away. In a panic, Bill releases
Templeton and dives for the sinking Spear, propelling himself
downward into the darkness, determined.
Templeton, eyes reflecting fury, swims frantically toward the
surface — to his salvation.
122 EXT. SHED - NIGHT 122
The ominous Blood Red Moon rises, casting a ghastly hue on
the scene. Jason and his SWAT team burst through the
woodline, hearts pounding with urgency as they spot the shed
in the distance.
123 INT. SHED - NIGHT 123
The shadow demon hovers over the withered body of the
Stewardess, her soul seemingly sucked dry, leaving only a
grotesque semblance of life behind.
It turns languidly towards Karen, its obsidian void eyes dark
with malice. Fear washes over her, her body trembles.
KAREN
(sobbing)
Please, no... no.
The shadow demon drifts closer, its breath a chilling whisper
in the dark. Karen screams as it wrenches her head back and
pries her lips apart.
INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT
Templeton overcomes the thrashing water, each desperate
stroke a battle for survival. Above him, violent flashes of
lightning illuminate a scene of chaos. With renewed vigor, he
claws towards the surface, the fear twisting on his face
shifting to fierce determination and confident jubilation.
106.
Just when his fingertips are about to break the surface, a
vice-like grip encircles his forehead. Desperation mixes with
disbelief and from the water’s darkness -
The Spear of Destiny appears, and -
Bill drives the blade home, slicing through Templeton’s
throat with sickening precision. Templeton convulses
violently, blood erupts from his neck, painting the water
crimson as he gags.
124 INT. SHED - NIGHT 124
In that feverish moment, the shadow demon spins toward the
wall, its blackened mouth opening wide and unleashes a
deafening shriek.
125 EXT. SHED - NIGHT 125
The sound crashes like thunder against Jason and his SWAT
team, each note dissecting their senses. They crumble to
their knees, hands pressed against their ears, their cries
merging into an tormented symphony.
126 INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT 126
Bill and Templeton float like wraiths in the haunted waters,
darkness enveloping them. Templeton's trembling hand clings
to Bill - his final plea for life.
Bill’s resolve hardens, and slowly... Templeton's fingers
slip away, fear melting into resignation... his lifeless gaze
fixes on Bill, as he slowly descends into the depths.
The shed erupts with the swirling mass of shadow demons. An
exodus of malice that spills over the cliff, hurtling into
the churning Potomac below.
128 INT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT 128
Bill watches as Templeton sinks deeper, when suddenly - a
grotesque, disfigured figure begins to tear itself from
Templeton — this is AZAZEL in its apodeictic form.
Gripping the Spear tightly, Bill steels himself, just as the
phantasmal horde of shadow demons swarm Azazel, claws tearing
as they drag him into the depths of the murky void.
107.
Sinking, Bill's vision blurs as he gazes up at the flashes of
lightning above. The world fades. His resolve solidifies
amidst encroaching darkness — a sacrifice for humanity, a
final stand against chaos as all... goes... black.
129 EXT. TEMPLETON’S HOUSE - NIGHT 129
A cacophony of emergency vehicles lights slice through the
darkness. News vans and a swarm of reporters huddled beneath
umbrellas surround the scene. A lone reporter stands before
the camera, urgency in her voice.
REPORTER
FBI officials have reported a
significant breakthrough in the
recent wave of serial killings that
has shaken the Capitol...
130 EXT. SHED - NIGHT 130
Jason exits the shed with, Karen, shaken... her eyes wide
with disbelief.
REPORTER (V.O.)
In an astonishing twist, evidence
suggests that the killer may be
none other than Capitol’s own FBI
Director, Charles Templeton.
Behind them, an FBI SWAT agent accompanies the Doctor.
Emergency personnel rush in, securing the two terrified
women.
131 INT. TEMPLETON'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 131
Lita cradles a framed photo of Templeton in her shaking
hands.
REPORTER (V.O.)
Authorities are on-site at Director
Templeton’s home, where the body of
an unidentified male was
discovered, shot to death.
Lita watches as emergency personnel methodically remove the
body of, Goth Guy.
132 EXT. POTOMAC RIVER - DAY 132
SUPER: TWO WEEKS LATER
108.
The sun shines brightly, contrasting with the heaviness in
the air as the smooth waters of the Potomac flow below. Jason
stands at the riverbank, watching two Divers bring a black
body bag up the muddy incline.
He gestures them to stop. With a trembling hand, he unzips
the bag revealing - Templeton.
He zips the bag back up, turning away. His face reflects a
storm of emotions — disappointment, relief, and a profound
sense of loss.
133 EXT. FEDERAL PROSECUTOR’S BUILDING - DAY 133
Karen’s car glides to a stop at the curb. She waits for the
valet, her eyes scanning the street.
BILL (V.O.)
Everything I believed about death
changed two weeks ago...
The valet hops out, offering a polite smile as he opens the
door for Karen. She moves to step in - then suddenly freezes.
Her gaze fixed on a distant silhouette of a tall dark figure
in a long coat, hat pulled low, standing in the shadows
across the street.
BILL (V.O.)
I no longer belong to the living.
Death is my world now...
Karen squints, heart racing. She whispers - Bill - but the
name barely escapes her lips.
BILL (V.O.)
A strange new dimension where I
move freely, tiptoeing between
humanity's edge...
The figure shifts slightly when a seductive YOUNG WOMAN
passes by, catching its attention. She offers a sultry smile
before her beautiful face morphs into a frightened, horrific
demon.
BILL (V.O.)
And Hell’s borders.
Karen strains to see through the throng, a mix of hope and
dread in her eyes. Suddenly, a bus roars by, momentarily
obscuring her view.
109.
BILL (V.O.)
A place where I watch over those I
love...
As the bus clears, the dark figure is gone. Karen scans the
street, disappointment heavy on her heart. She eases into the
car, her eyes locking onto - The Amulet of Eucharist wrapped
tightly around the gear shift.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Predator in the Shadows
134 EXT. NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT 134
SUPER: TIJUANA, MEXICO
Party-goers dressed in high fashion queue outside a bustling
night club. The sounds of laughter and music spill into the
street.
BILL (V.O.)
And protect those that I don’t.
Two stoned COLLEGE GIRLS stumble out, giggling loudly,
completely ignorant of the DARK FIGURE trailing them.
135 EXT. POORLY LIT STREET - NIGHT 135
Bill, cloaked in the shadows stride slowly toward the girls,
the corners of his mouth twitching in a predatory smile as he
senses danger.
BILL (V.O.)
With death came immortality.
strange new...
He narrows his focus on a the dark figure, a middle aged man,
closing in quickly behind the girls. As Bill steps closer,
the man's benign facade shifts... morphs, becoming a
grotesque demon.
BILL (V.O.)
Strengths, senses, powers and
abilities...
Bill passes the girls unnoticed, his posture straightens; the
demon locks eyes with him revealing its primal fear - it
instinctively recoils.
BILL (V.O.)
That I’m learning to control and
harness in order to...
The demon snaps into a defensive stance, snarling, sensing
its cover blown.
110.
136 EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT 136
Bill’s outstretched arm has the demon suspended high against
the alley’s grimy wall, the creature’s gnarled limbs twisting
in desperation.
BILL (V.O.)
Eradicate every one of Azazel’s
kind.
The demon's reptilian eyes dart around, searching for an
escape as its forked tongue lashes out. Bill tightens his
grip around the demon’s neck, his finger digging deep into
its putrid flesh.
The demon convulses violently, trying to scream but only
managing a low, gurgling moan that echoes in the stillness of
the night.
Bill extracts the Spear of Destiny from his coat, his face a
mask of grim determination, every breath heavy with impending
violence.
BILL (V.O.)
My mind is filled with fragmented
memories that I still can’t piece
together...
The demon’s ghastly lips twitch, its voice a whispered blend
of dark longing and regret.
DEMON
(softly, trembling)
You don't understand (gasping)...
the master’s power (gasping is
eternal...
The demon's eyes widen in terror as they flicker towards the
ominous blade, a primal awareness of its fate.
BILL (V.O.)
My past... my origins, the wars in
Heaven, and...
In a sudden strike, he slams the Spear of Destiny into the
demon.
BILL (V.O.)
The demons that still prey on the
innocent in this world...
The creature jolts, its body spasming, releasing a hideous,
ungodly shriek that pierces the night, rattling the air.
111.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Action","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Shadows of Tijuana
137 EXT. NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT 137
Curious party hopefuls look up as the horrible shriek pierces
the music-filled atmosphere. A YOUNG LADY and her MALE
COMPANION share a telling glance, unease gripping them. They
quietly exit the line.
138 EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT 138
Bill steps back, extracting the Spear. He watches as the
demon's body crumples to the ground, lifeless and still. A
moment stretches between them, heavy with the finality of
death.
BILL (V.O.)
But, Azazel was right about one
thing...
Bill glances down at the demon, as he glides towards the
alley’s entrance. Glimpses of his face passing in and out of
the darkness.
BILL (V.O.)
Time is the fire in which we all
burn...
Behind him, the demon erupts into a massive fireball, flames
crackling hungrily as they consume the remains.
BILL (V.O.)
And their time...
He turns toward the glimmering embers fading into the night,
then strides onto the empty street, disappearing into the
darkness.
BILL (V.O.)
Is now.
139 THE END. 139
FADE OUT:
END CREDIT SCENE
A BLACK SCREEN
Sounds of quickened footfalls pounding heavy on pavement
coupled with heavy breathing, nasal, growl-like sounds.
FADE IN:
112.
140 EXT. TIJUANA - POORLY LIT STREET - NIGHT 140
A solitary streetlight flickers, casting long shadows on the
narrow, cracked pavement. Beneath its weak glow, the Young
Lady and her Male Companion from the nightclub move
purposefully, urgency etched into their faces.
They halt at the entrance of the dark alley, eyes locked onto
a pile of smoldering ashes and embers floating like silent
whispers toward the sky.
A stillness envelops the air; time seems to suspend as their
pupils shift, transforming into slitted cat-like orbs. The
whites of their eyes bleed crimson, mirroring floating embers
that flicker ominously. A demonic rage wells within them.
Suddenly, a rustle — a noise ahead. The flap of a coat; they
whip around, catching a glimpse of, Bill vanishing around the
corner.
141 EXT. TIJUANA - TOWN SQUARE - NIGHT 141
Bill stands like ghosts in front of the town square fountain,
his gaze fixed on the ground He waits.
BILL (V.O.)
They come without warning...
The lower half of his long coat flaps in the cold breeze as
footsteps crunch against the gravel, drawing closer. The
Young Female and her Male Companion emerge from the shadows.
A low hiss cuts through the air, sharp and unnatural.
A low hiss pierces the air. The Young Female morphs into a
hideous demon - her skin darkens, veins bulging beneath the
surface like cracks in porcelain.
Her eyes narrowing into slits as her pupils dilate into inky
black voids. Her teeth, once normal, now elongate into
vicious, jagged fangs that glint in the dim light, dripping
with venom.
Her Male Companion lets out a guttural snarl. The sound is
primal, inhuman, like the low growl of something far older
and far deadlier.
His body bends unnaturally, muscles and bones snapping into a
monstrous shape. His eyes glow with an eerie, crimson light
as his jaw elongates, rows of razor-sharp teeth forming in a
gaping, leering mouth. Drool drips from his lips, thick and
glistening.
113.
BILL (V.O.)
Recklessly...
A thunderous thump reverberates from above. Bill remains
motionless, eyes fixed ahead. A LARGE DEMON looms, perched
atop the fountain, talons glinting like blades in the dim
light.
Another thump... two more DEMONIC FIGURES land beside the
first, each striking fierce, predatory stances. They growl
long, loud... inhuman.
Bill unveils the Spear of Destiny from his coat. The low
guttural growl above signals danger, when suddenly - the
Large demons leap from thier perch, descending like a falling
stars, talons outstretched.
BILL (V.O.)
They come...
In an instant, the other demons surge forward, moving with
uncanny speed, lunging for Bill —
Everything goes dark.
Silence consumes the square before - the quiet is shattered
by the wisp of steel slicing through the air and the clang of
Bill’s blade meeting flesh and bone.
Flashes of fire momentarily light the chaos; glimpses of
Bill’s fierce determination, his blade a whirl of death
against the nightmares attacking him.
Just as quickly as they pounced, silence returns, the square
engulfed in tranquility, when -
A flurry of fireballs erupt, illuminating the darkness
momentarily. The flickering flames reveal Bill, retreating
into a darkened alley, the shadows swallowing him whole.