DOMINATOR
The Movie
(c) & (tm) Grant/Luke/Nirasawa

Script by
ALAN GRANT and TONY LUKE

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PROLOGUE SEQUENCE:

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NARRATOR:

Some where, in the dark depths of the universe, far below the world known as Earth, lies the ultimate destination of all things evil... Hell!

Here, all beings who have committed atrocities in life are tormented... for Eternity!

Ruled over by the fallen angel Lucifer, a great war erupted when the Dark Lord Desecrator challenged Lucifer for his crown and possession of the Key To Hell itself...

But... Lord Desecrator's own general - Dominator - stole the Key for himself. Desecrator sent an army of demons to pursue Dominator and return the Key - but to no avail...

In desperation, Lord Desecrator sent three other warriors to destroy Dominator - Decimator, Extricator and Lady Violator...

But the real war is just beginning...

ROLL TITLES

MAIN TITLES

FADE IN:

EXT. LONDON - NIGHT.
An ELECTRICAL STORM rages, lightning streaking across the night-time skies and panoramic London view.

EXT. DOC PAYNE'S HOUSE - NIGHT.
Spooky atmosphere. Lightning flashes. The camera passes thru the wrought iron gate to the gothic GRAVEYARD that surrounds the church. A sign reads: HAPPY PASSAGE FUNERAL HOME.

INT. FUNERAL HOME
A human CORPSE lies on a GURNEY or in a COFFIN. DOC PAYNE'S hand, holding a crayon or felt-tip pen, draws a PENTACLE or other protective MAGIC SIGIL on the dead man's forehead. Doc chants a Latin INCANTATION. The catacombs are DIMLY LIT.

DOC PAYNE:
Demonicus, fugit! Succubi, non-entere!

Doc Payne holds up a CRUCIFIX in one hand.

DOC PAYNE (louder):
With the sign of light, I protect this dead cadaver.
Let no spirit infest it, now and always.

The RITUAL complete, Doc Payne moves on towards another corpse. Dozens of them lie on gurneys or in coffins; the majority have been subject to the ritual, and bear occult SIGILS on their foreheads. Doc Payne glances towards his MUTE assistant, SIDNEY.

DOC PAYNE:
A few more, Sidney, then we call it a night.

SIDNEY(long-suffering):
Hoom.

Doc Payne turns away, his attention focussed on the as-yet unmarked corpse.

DOC PAYNE:
I know it's a hassle, Sidney, but someone's got to do it.
Or the world would be crawling with walking dead!

EXT. GRAVEYARD: NIGHT
A mysterious LIGHTNING BOLT zaps a large grave, awakening a demonic ghost from within. It floats towards the Funeral Home...

INT. FUNERAL HOME
Sidney looks in alarm to the CATACOMB WALL. The GHOST comes walking through the wall. It heads straight for one of the unmarked corpses.

SIDNEY (warning):
Oi! Oi!

DOC PAYNE (not looking):
Still, no point bitching about it...

The ghost LIES DOWN on top of an unmarked corpse.

SIDNEY (O.O.V., urgent):
AUW! Oi-AW!

The ghost starts to MELD into the corpse, sinking into the dead body.

DOC PAYNE (O.O.V.):
It pays the bills, right..?

The CORPSE which the ghost entered now SITS bolt upright. Sidney points to it in growing alarm, grunting a desperate warning.

SIDNEY:
Yoik!

Finally Doc Payne LOOKS ROUND, surprised to see the reanimated corpse sitting up, swinging itself stiffly off its gurney, or out of its coffin.

DOC PAYNE:
Oh, shit!

The corpse's arm lashes out in a strong backhand swipe that HITS Doc Payne in the face, sending him CAREENING back, DROPPING the Sigil.

DOC PAYNE:
AAAH!

Doc Payne struggles DAZEDLY to his feet. On the wall behind him is a GLASS CASE marked: EMERGENCY. He SMASHES the glass case with his fist. His hand closes round the HANDLE of a steel AXE. Its sharp blade GLEAMS as he pulls it out and hefts it.

The corpse advances on Sidney. Doc Payne SWINGS the axe in a sweeping ARC that SLICES clean through the corpse's neck

A few drops of BLOOD well from the corpse's neck. It makes a determined effort, and TURNS ITS HEAD towards Doc Payne. There's a look of SURPRISE on the corpse's face as its head FALLS OFF and bounces on the floor.

The body CRUMPLES and the angry GHOST RISES from the fallen corpse. It GLARES menacingly at Doc Payne, who quickly pulls a small CRUCIFIX from his pocket.

The ghost WRITHES and SEETHES. It SHRIVELS, growing smaller, fading away until it DISAPPEARS.

Doc Payne wipes PERSPIRATION from his forehead.

DOC PAYNE (long-suffering):
God, if only people knew what
we get up to on their behalf!

Sidney has picked up the SEVERED HEAD by the hair, holds it up at eye level.

DOC PAYNE (sighing):
And how do we explain this
to the bereaved family?

INT - TOP OF STAIRS:
Doc Payne's daughter MOLLY crouches at the top of the stairs, peeping over the banister or round a stone column, looking down at her father at work below.

She has a VISION of what's to come... screaming demons and giant skull-trains...

Molly stands erect, then hurries down a HALLWAY. The church has been converted into a large house, but retains many of its original features, like STAINED GLASS WINDOWS. 

Molly pushes open a door, and sticks her head inside.

MOLLY:
Tara! Fina! Dad and Sidney are nearly done...

INT. DOC PAYNE'S LIBRARY
Shelves line the library, floor to ceiling, stacked with books: mostly ancient volumes on the subject of the SUPERNATURAL. Molly's sisters TARA and FINA are here, combing the shelves for a BOOK.
	
MOLLY:
Maybe we should forget all about this.

TARA:
You worry too much, little sister.

Tara's hand pulls out a dusty old TOME. Its title is: THE LOST CHORD. She blows the dust of decades off its cover.

TARA:
No sweat. I've got it.

(grinning):
Now - let's ROCK!

INT. CATACOMBS
Suddenly, the noise of HEAVY METAL MUSIC - thudding bass and wailing guitar - can be heard. The girls strike up a number on their instruments.

INTERCUT:
	
DOC PAYNE:
Now what..?

CUT - back to the girls.

Doc Payne and Sidney hurry up the stairs. The music grows ever louder as they hurry along the HALLWAY. At the END of the hallway, and Doc Payne flings open the DOOR. Loud and heavy music surges out. 

TARA, MOLLY and FINA are playing wild, wild music. THE LOST CHORD book is propped open on a lectern in front of Tara.

The STORM of music is building to a CRESCENDO. Doc Payne sees the book on the lectern and shouts a warning.

DOC PAYNE (almost inaudible):
Tara - Molly - Fina! You idiots! Stop!

INTERCUT:
EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT.
A jagged streak of lightning hits the lightning rod on the roof or steeple.

CONTINUED - INT. CATACOMBS

DOC PAYNE(cupping hands to mouth):
You don't know what you're
messing with -- stop now!

MAJOR VISUAL SFX, as the power of the Lost Chord, coupled with the lightning surge, starts to form the GATEWAY FROM HELL. 

DOC PAYNE (staring in horror):
Oh, no..!

The music TAILS AWAY as the three sisters also see the expanding magical GATEWAY. Their mouths drop open in disbelief.

CUT TO:

EXT. DOMINATOR'S LAIR - HELL.

CAPTION: Darkadia - Sonic Region Of Hell

Many DEMONS lie DEAD on the ground as DOMINATOR makes battle with the survivors. Dominator wields his supernatural SWORD, crackling with energy, swinging it in a savage arc that slices a group of demons.

DOMINATOR:
Up yours, scumbag!

SHAGG cackles fiercely, then sinks sharp teeth into one of the fallen demons.

A SHIMMER of SFX as the GATEWAY FROM HELL appears behind Dominator. Surprised, chattering unintelligbly, the demons FALL BACK a little. The Gateway's SFX ripple out to ENGULF Dominator and his lair.

DOMINATOR (surprised):
What the fuck -- ?

The demons watch in fearful amazement as Shagg, Dominator and his lair are engulfed by the SFX...and then DISAPPEAR. Chattering quizically, one demon pokes his finger/tentacle into the edge of the SFX. Instantly, the SFX SWELL outward, enveloping the remaining demons. The Vortex transports Dominator and the demons towards... Earth!

INT. FUNERAL HOME

Doc Payne and the three girls stare in speechless amazement as DOMINATOR and SHAGG warp in via the SFX. Sidney is closest to the newcomers. (***The Gateway SFX remain in place from now on***)

SHAGG sees the three girls. His eyes flutter flirtatiously. Little HEART-SHAPED SFX flutter up from his bosom.

Dominator swivels, swinging his sword - the head of which STOPS a mere millimetre away from slicing Sidney's head.

DOMINATOR:
What's going on here? Start talkin', shithead!

DOC PAYNE (nervous):
Er - he can't speak. He's mute, you see.

Dominator's sword edges a fraction closer to quivering Sidney.

DOMINATOR:
I don't care!... I'll kill him anyway.

MOLLY SCREAMS (O.O.V.):
EEUUGGGHH!!

All turn, to see:

SHAGG, DRY-HUMPING the screaming Molly's LEG.

MOLLY (disgusted):
It's humping my leg!

(with rising panic):
Get it off! Get it off!

Holding her GUITAR by the NECK, Tara SWINGS it like a BASEBALL BAT. 

TARA:
First time you ever turned down free sex!

Tara's guitar SMACKS into Shagg, causing him to lose his grip, sending him skidding across the floor.

Suddenly, the DEMONS from Hell appear. Shagg SQUEALS as he narrowly avoids the business end of a stabbing TRIDENT. Dominator turns in one swift movement, leaving Sidney still standing, shaking, as Dominator's crackling Sword RIPS into a demon's abdomen, spilling its demonic GUTS.

DOMINATOR:
I knew this was a wind-up.

Two demons hurl their tridents at once. Their TINES strike Dominator's SWORD, knocking it from his hand, impaling it to the WALL behind. DODGING another demonic blow, Dominator materialises his GUITAR.

Dominator holds the guitar like a SUB-MACHINE GUN. At incredible speed his fingers rip out discordant CHORDS and staccato NOTES that resonate in evil harmony. Demons and humans alike cover their ears under the onslaught of the MANIC MUSIC.

DOMINATOR:
Play fragging on..!

The demons' heads PULSE in time to the music, SWELLING painfully. BLOOD spurts from their ORIFICES. MOLLY shrieks in pain.

MOLLY:
Ow - stop it, please!

A demon's head suddenly EXPLODES in a bloody welter of blood and brains. An instant later, the OTHER demons' heads also explode.

The stained glass window EXPLODES in shards of jagged, coloured glass.

Dominator STOPS playing, and the discordant sounds die away. He looks meaningfully at the nervous humans, and suddenly CHANGES SHAPE to a more 'human' form. The three girls coo appreciatively.

DOMINATOR (changing):
Stee-rike! Now, is one of you dweebs is gonna give me an explanation --
or would you prefer to hear the chorus..?

FINA bends down to SHAGG, and pets him on the head,

FINA:
Aw, aren't you cute? What's your name?

MOLLY:
Just keep him off my legs!

EXT. CHURCH - DAWN

Fade in - to the sun rising over the church. Looks like it's going to be a pleasant day.

INT. CHURCH, GIRLS' BEDROOM - MORNING.

Fina is the first to wake. Smiling, she stretches languidly, then sits up in bed. She wears a t-shirt as a nightdress.

FINA:
Oh, what a dream... this tall, dark demon shows up,
and hoooo, was he tasty...

Tara lies on her bed, propped up on one elbow. She sleeps in bra and pants.

TARA:
Lemme guess -- he made cool music, smacked 
some other demons around,
and smashed Dad's favorite stained glass window?
(smiling)
Sorry, Fina, that was for real. Look at Molly... 

Molly is still asleep, with SHAGG curled up beside her. Tara and Fina STIFLE their laughter.

Fina swings herself out of bed, starts DRESSING.

FINA:
Hey, I wonder what he likes for breakfast..?

TARA:
Devilled eggs?

FINA  (dreamily):
Nah. Ten Shredded Wheat.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. FUNERAL HOME ROOM
Doc Payne is leafing through the Lost Chord book.

DOC PAYNE:
I think I know what happened, Mr.... uh, Dominator.
My daughters borrowed--

(Payne glances at his daughters reprovingly; they hang their heads.)

DOC PAYNE: (lifting the book):
--one of my occult volumes. Somehow, playing the Lost Chord
opened up a Gateway from Hell...

DOMINATOR: (interrupts)
Darkadia. The sonic region of hell.

DOC PAYNE:
Quite. And, um, you popped through.

DOMINATOR:
Then "pop" me right bloody back again!

Doc Payne flicks through the pages of the book.

DOC PAYNE:
Oh, I'm sure there's a reversal spell in here somewhere...

Payne stops at a page.

DOC PAYNE:
Yes, this might be --

Payne shakes his head and resumes his search.

DOC PAYNE:
Er, no, I'm afraid not.

Payne reaches the end of the book. Dominator glowers at him.

DOC PAYNE:
Ahem. It seems there is no reversal spell for playing the Lost Chord in this volume. Perhaps it'll be in one of the others.

DOMINATOR (quietly threatening):
It had fucking better be...

DOC PAYNE:
Look, it isn't my fault we can't send you back immediately.
And we can't shut that bloody gateway, either.

(glancing at the shimmering Gateway):
God alone knows what else might come through.

Dominator follows Payne's gaze.

DOMINATOR (amused):
Not God.  But maybe --

(pause for effect)

DOMINATOR:
-- Ozzy. Or Morrison.
Or maybe even Elvis, if we're really lucky.

(FADE OUT)
INT. CHURCH MAIN HALL - MORNING.

Dominator, still in 'human' form, sits deep in THOUGHT. He's toying with a THIN CHAIN, running it idly through his fingers. There's a strange, JEWEL-encrusted KEY at the end of the chain. The GATEWAY SFX still SHIMMER.

DOC PAYNE:
So - do we have a deal? I guarantee to find a way 
to send you back home --

(OFF distracted Dominator)
And in the meantime, you can stay with us and deal
with anything else that comes through that Gateway.

(Doc notices the Key)
What's that?

Dominator looks up, gathers the Key and chain in one hand and puts it in a pocket.

DOMINATOR:
Nothing that concerns you. Just concentrate on getting me home -- unless you wanna throw your daughters into the bargain?

DOC PAYNE (outraged):
My daughters? What do you take me for?

Payne and Dominator fail to notice that something is happening with the Gateway SFX. Three figures are materialising.

DOMINATOR:
Oh, don't worry, I'll pay for 'em.

LADY VIOLATOR (O.O.V.)
Always the ladies' man, my love...

Dominator and Payne turn to the SFX. LADY VIOLATOR stands there, flanked by DECIMATOR and EXTRICATOR. 

DOMINATOR:
Lady Violator -- !

(OFF Extricator and Decimator)
And I take it from the gorillas that you're not here for a shag!

LADY VIOLATOR (angry, to Doc):
Before you hand over your women, get him to tell
you how he betrayed me!

DECIMATOR (protesting):
Desecrator never said nothin' about no lovey-dovey crap,
right bro'?

EXTRICATOR (twitching his tail):
Fraggin-A. Decimator. Tank that wanker Dominator,
that's what he said!

LADY VIOLATOR (asserting her authority):
Quiet! I'll deal with this!

(to Dominator)

Dominator - Prince of the Sonic Pits of Hell,
Lord Desecrator demands the return of that
which is his -- the Key To Hell. You will hand it
over to me and return with us for punishment.

Extricator CHARGES at Dominator, his TAIL whipping back for a strike. 
Extricator's tentacles WHIP at Dominator, who at the last moment moves aside. A tentacle SMASHES into an item of furniture, reducing it to MATCHWOOD.

DOMINATOR:
Clumsy.

Decimator's massive HAMMER is already swinging at Dominator.

DECIMATOR:
Don't diss the Bro'!

The hammer SMACKS Dominator with tremendous force, knocking him across the floor. As he comes close to Extricator, the TENTACLE lashes out again - and this time FINDS its TARGET, dealing Dominator a heavy blow. He FALLS to the floor. Extricator's tail FLICKS up, WHIPS out, and THUDS into prone, dazed Dominator with savage force.

Decimator's hammer SMACKS painfully into Dominator's side, turning him over so he's FACE DOWN. The duo start to RAIN BLOWS on him.

DOC PAYNE (appealing to LADY VIOLATOR):
They're killing him! Can't you stop them?

LADY VIOLATOR:
Of course.
(pauses)
But I can't think of a good reason right now.

Dominator's body SPASMS as hammer-and tail-blows THUD into it. His EYES light up, glowing RED. Laser-like BEAMS flash from the eyes, striking the FLOOR, rapidly DISSOLVING it.

Simultaneously, Extricator and Decimator raise their weapons for a double blow.

The twin blow comes down - but Dominator is already DROPPING through the hole in the floor. Unable to stop their momentum, the twin blows land on the FLOOR, destroying more of it. Lady Violator runs forward.

EXTRICATOR (yelling):
Basstard!!

LADY VIOLATOR:
After him, you idiots!

INT. CATACOMBS

Sidney is laying out a corpse. He looks up in surprise to see Dominator DROP down through the hole in the ceiling.

Dominator WHISTLES. There's the sudden noise of an engine starting at the dim far end of the catacombs. Sidney's eyes BULGE as LIGHTS flash, hellish ROCK MUSIC blares, and something comes STREAKING towards him. At the last minute he DUCKS desperately - and Dominator's HELL-BIKE passes over his head.

Dominator looks behind him, to see Extricator and Decimator dropping down through the hole in the ceiling. Then his BIKE is level with him, travelling at speed, and he LEAPS onto it.  

Lady Violator has joined her companions. All three fire magical ENERGY BEAMS from their hands or eyes as Dominator's bike SPEEDS straight for the catacomb WALL.

The Hell-bike CRASHES out through the wall, with energy beams BURSTING around it.

Dominator raises his middle FINGER as he shouts back in triumph.

DOMINATOR:
Tell Lord Desecrator to sit on this --
if you ever get back!

The evil trio stand framed in the hole through which Dominator exited, watching as the bike speeds through the air into the distance.

DECIMATOR:
You got lousy taste in lovers, Vi. The creep's a coward.

LADY VIOLATOR:
No, he's clever. He knows he can't take on
the three of us together.

EXTRICATOR:
Then let'ss go get him!

All three LEVITATE into the air till they're a few feet off the ground. Then they STREAK OFF, flying in similar fashion to Superman. 

INTERCUT:
INT. MAIN HALL

Tara, her sisters and Shagg have come into the room. Doc Payne is staring worriedly at the hole in the floor.

TARA:
Dad? What's going on?

FINA:
Where's Dominator?

DOC PAYNE:
Well might you ask, Fina. It's all
going rather horribly wrong...

Tara looks GUILTY as she walks up to her father and puts a hand on his shoulder.

TARA:
It was our fault, with the Lost Chord? I'm sorry.

DOC PAYNE (mocking):
Oh, that's all right, Tara. I've a feeling
the whole world's going to be sorry.
(pauses to consider)
And the Prime Minister's going to be livid!
I was supposed to keep all this under wraps!

EXT. LONDON - NIGHT.

Thames Embankment. A camera team from station XLN is setting up ready for an outside broadcast. Presenter JUDITH LINN is beefing up her bouffant, looking at herself in a mirror held up by trainee reporter LENDRA PATEL. Lendra holds the mirror at an angle, and Judith is displeased.

JUDITH (annoyed):
Good grief, girl! Can't you even 
hold a mirror straight?

LENDRA (defensive, put-upon):
I'm a trainee reporter, Miss Linn,
not a make-up girl!

JUDITH (primping her hair):
You're a dogsbody, Lendra. Just do as you're told.

Judith takes the microphone held out to her by a technician, and SMILES disarmingly at the camera.

JUDITH:
Good afternoon, London. This is Judith Linn for XLN.
I'm on the Thames Embankment, speaking to some of
the less fortunate who live in our capital...

Judith gazes BEYOND the camera. Her eyes WIDEN in SHOCK as she sees Dominator on his hell-bike speeding through the air towards her, about 7 feet off the ground. As it passes overhead, the bike's SLIPSTREAM creates a wind around the XLN crew. Judith desperately raises her hand to her head. Her bouffant WIG is caught in the slipstream and whipped right OFF her head.

Judith SCREAMS and turns away from the camera. She DROPS the microphone - but before it hits the ground, Lendra's HAND closes round it and SNATCHES it out of the air. Holding the mic, Lendra turns to the camera. Lady Violator, Decimator and Extricator FLY LOW overhead. 

LENDRA:
This is Lendra Patel, reporting from the heart of London --

Follow the CAMERA POV as it swings to follow the pursuing trio, who are firing energy bolts after Dominator.

LENDRA:
-- where we are witnessing an aerial battle between
what I can only describe as, er... monsters!

EXT. LONDON, AERIAL BATTLE - DAY.

Dodging the energy bolts fired by his three pursuers, Dominator's hell-bike STREAKS straight towards the clock tower of BIG BEN, with the others close behind.

At the last minute, Dominator VEERS his bike to the side and goes round Big Ben. Lady Violator similarly VEERS off to follow him. Extricator and Decimator fly straight on at the CLOCKFACE, regardless.

EXTRICATOR:
What'ss the time, Mr. Wolff..?

DECIMATOR:
Who fraggin' cares?

The two flying demons are SILHOUETTED against the huge clockface as they speed towards it. Then they SMASH into the clockface.

LENDRA (voiceover):
Big Ben's gone! I don't believe it!

CUT BACK TO:
EXTERIOR - LONDON - AERIAL BATTLE, CONTINUING.
People on the ground stop and point upwards. Dominator is flying towards PICCADILLY CIRCUS, with Violator in close pursuit. 

Violator puts on a SPURT of speed, and flies almost LEVEL with Dominator. She shouts to him.

LADY VIOLATOR:
Surrender and Desecrator might go easy on you.
There's no reason why you and I couldn't
get back together again!

DOMINATOR:
You're pissing in the wind, Violator. It's over between us --

As Violator flies CLOSE, Dominator's FOOT suddenly lashes out and KICKS her.

DOMINATOR:
Now get lost!

Knocked off-course by the kick, Violator plunges INTO and THROUGH some neon advertising hoarding. DEBRIS surrounds her as she FALLS through the air. PEOPLE on the streets flee or dive for cover as Violator and the debris CRASH into the Statue of Eros.

Violator is stands amidst the WRECKAGE, screaming CURSES.

LENDRA (voiceover):
One of the creatures has crashlanded! I can see
that it's a woman -- and boy, is she pissed off!

CUT BACK TO:
EXT. AERIAL BATTLE - CONTINUING

VIOLATOR:
Two-timing bastard!

Dominator flies overhead, and blows her a RASPBERRY!

Violator shoots an energy bolt from her fingertips. It SMACKS into the hell-bike, in an EXPLOSION of sparks and SFX. Desperately, Dominator tries to steady the bike as it PLUNGES towards TRAFALGAR SQUARE. 

INTERCUT: INT. A GOVERNMENT OFFICE - DAY.

The Prime Minister and his closest aide BISHOP are staring at a TV screen. It shows the badly-smashed Nelson statue, with Dominator and his bike lying on the plinth. 

LENDRA (voiceover):
I can hear sirens -- I think the police are on their way...

PRIME MINISTER (staring at screen):
Oh. My. God.
(to a shadowy BISHOP):
What the hell is happening here, Bishop?

EXT. AERIAL BATTLE - CONTINUING.

Dominator lies DAZED on the PLINTH at the feet of the damaged Nelson statue. DECIMATOR flies in at him, his hammer THUDDING into Dominator with such force that he and his hell-bike are KNOCKED OFF the plinth. Dominator and the bike TUMBLE down through the air. As Dominator falls, the KEY TO HELL comes loose from his pocket, and lands close to him as he SLAMS with stunning impact into the ground at the foot of Nelson's Column. 

Dominator lies STILL.

Decimator and Extricator land close to him. Lady Violator joins them. 
LADY VIOLATOR:
We'll take him back to Lord Desecrator alive.

DOMINATOR'S POV. His eyes SNAP open. BLURRED VISION clears, and he sees the terrible trio advancing on him. His gaze SWIVELS, to fall on the Key close to his outstretched hand.

DECIMATOR (OOV):
Screw that. Desecrator only wants the Key.
Dominator is ours -- right, bro'?

EXTRICATOR (OOV):
Fraggin'-A he isss!

DOMINATOR'S POV. His hand TWITCHES, as if reluctant to move. Then it INCHES towards the Key, and his fingers close round it.

EXTRICATOR (swinging his tail):
And the bastardsss brainsss are minne!

DOMINATOR'S POV. Energy beams LANCE from his eyes, and strike the KEY TO HELL. Ominous SFX start to FLASH from the Key.

EXTRICATOR (surprised):
What the frag -- ?

LADY VIOLATOR:
Shit! He's using the Key!
(alarmed)
Look out!

The SFX ENGULF the trio in a seething MAELSTROM of malevolence. The SFX quickly INTENSIFY, and then EXPLODE. The trio DISAPPEAR.

Dominator gets to his feet, and holds up the Key at eye level.

DOMINATOR:
Cool...

LENDRA (OOV):
Excuse me, er, sir...

Trepidatiously, Lendra holds out her microphone to Dominator.

LENDRA:
Could you tell me who you are,
and what's going on here?

DOMINATOR:
Sure!
(leering)
Right after you take your clothes off, babe!

SIRENS squealing, a couple of POLICE CARS screech to a halt. The COPS jump out.

COP:
Armed police! Hold it!

Dominator hauls his damaged HELLBIKE upright.

COP (pointing gun):
I'm warning you -- halt, or we fire!

The Hell-Bike's engine SPUTTERS, COUGHS, then ROARS into life. 

COP:
You had your chance! Open fire!

The cops start SHOOTING, but their bullets RICOCHET harmlessly from the Hell-bike as it ZOOMS away into the distance at high speed.

COP:
Ah, bollocks!

INT. CABINET OFFICE - DAY.
The PRIME MINISTER sits with elbows on table, head in hands. BISHOP punches numbers into his I-MODE phone.

PRIME MINISTER (softly):
Jeez.

BISHOP:
Get me Dr. Payne.
(impatiently)
Now, dammit!

CUT TO:

INT. PUB
Extricator and Decimator look around at the stacks of beer barrels, and crates of bottles.

EXTRICATOR:
What the frag happened there, man?

DECIMATOR:
Dominator used the Key to teleport us away,
 the devious wanker!

EXTRICATOR:
Where'ss Lady Violator?

DECIMATOR:
Who gives a fuck? More to the point -- what're we
gonna do?

EXTRICATOR:
I dunno!

DECIMATOR:
Even if we do get back to hell,
Desecrator will kick our arses for failing.

EXTRICATOR:
Bastard!

Extricator takes a BOTTLE of BEER from a stacked crate.

EXTRICATOR:
Hey, what's all this? There's a ruck of ale here!

Extricator BITES the glass neck of the bottle, breaking it. 

EXTRICATOR:
Smells good..!

Beer SWILLS out of the broken bottle top as Extricator LIFTS it to his lips and DRINKS deeply.

EXTRICATOR:
Smooth..!

Decimator follows suit, BITING off the top of a bottle, SWILLING deeply.

DECIMATOR:
A couple more before we hit the road?

Each lifts his bottle and CLINKS it against the other in a TOAST.

EXTRICATOR:
To Dominator -- may he rot in Eternity's back passage!

CUT TO:

INT. FUNERAL HOME REHEARSAL ROOM:
An MP7 MACHINE is recording the Girls' band rehearsal. Tara, Molly and Fina have their instruments set up and are about to start playing.

TARA (striking power chord):
Right! "Frag 'Em All"... let's go!

THUNDEROUS rock music as the trio launches into the number.
DOMINATOR appears in the doorway. He LISTENS for a moment, then picks up the spare GUITAR and jams the plug into an unused AMP. Tara and her sisters watch him, but never lose a beat of the music. Dominator's guitar begins to WAIL in counter-point to Tara's playing. Tara GRINS widely at Dominator, and the two move into the sort of STRUT favoured by dual lead guitarists - standing BACK TO BACK as they play, then turning to FACE each other as they strive to outdo one another with twisted guitar 
notes. Their INTERPLAY is very SENSUAL. MOLLY and FINA exchange jealous, unhappy glances with each other. 

INTERCUT:	INT. DOC PAYNE'S LIBRARY.
Doc Payne is on the telephone, struggling to make himself heard over the tidal wave of outrageous music that FLOODS through the whole church.

DOC PAYNE (loudly):
What? Speak up, I can't hear you.

DOC PAYNE (louder):
I said -- shit!

DOC PAYNE (shouts):
HANG ON A MINUTE!

EXASPERATED, Doc Payne strides out of the room and along the corridor to the main hall. The MUSIC grows ever louder.

INT. MAIN HALL - CONTINUING.

The music builds to a CRESCENDO as Doc Payne strides GRIMLY in. 

DOC PAYNE (shouts):
WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?!

The song ENDS on an eerie, jangled CHORD. TARA stoops down to switch off the tape recorder.

TARA (to her father):
Nice end to the song, Dad.

DOMINATOR moves forward. IGNORING their father, the three sisters CLUSTER excitedly round him..

FINA:
What about those others?

DOMINATOR (shrugging):
They went... somewhere else. Forget 'em.

Dominator, reverting to HUMAN FORM, puts his ARMS round the girls and LEERS at them.

DOMINATOR:
What say we make our own music?

DOC PAYNE (interrupting):
Er -- that's quite enough of that. Dominator, would you come with me, please?
Some important people want to meet you.

CUT TO:
EXT. THE FUNERAL HOME - ALMOST SUNSET.
Doc Payne's CAR drives away from the church. PAYNE is at the wheel, DOMINATOR the passenger.

INT. PAYNE'S CAR - SUNSET.
The car is travelling into CENTRAL LONDON, heading for Downing Street, weaving amongst other TRAFFIC. 

DOC PAYNE (concerned):
Over these past few years, an increasing number of supernatural
entities have found their way to Earth. We've even had to
start hexing corpses so they can't be taken over by the undead.

(to Dominator)
Don't suppose you know anything about it?

DOMINATOR:
Something seems familiar, I gotta admit.
Dunno what, though.

DOMINATOR'S P.O.V. He sees a FIGURE standing on a rooftop, SILHOUETTED against the setting sun. The figure wears a large CAPE, is reminiscent of COUNT DRACULA as it SWOOPS DOWN off the roof.

DOC PAYNE:
I don't know, either. I just feel we're overlooking
the blindingly obvious in all this...

Dominator shifts to DEMON mode and SMASHES his way out of the car through the sunroof.

DOC PAYNE (shocked):
What the hell are you doing?

DOMINATOR:
What I promised I'd do. Watch!

Dominator LAUNCHES himself from the roof of the car, GRABBING onto a protruding FLAGPOLE or LAMP-POST. He SWINGS round it athletically, then lets go, his MOMENTUM carrying him SOARING onto a rooftop.

CUT TO:
EXTERIOR - A LONDON ALLEYWAY - EVENING.
A half-eaten CHINESE TAKEAWAY MEAL CARTON lies discarded on the cobblestones. DAVE, a HOMELESS PERSON, picks it up and CRAMS the remaining food greedily into his mouth.

A sinister SHADOW falls across Dave.  His EYES widen with fear. RICE and BEANSPROUTS fall from his fingers. LOOMING over him, threatening, is a VAMPIRE. Its  sharp FANGS glitter. It GRABS the terrified Dave, about to sink its fangs into his NECK.

DOMINATOR (OOV):
Oi! Marilyn Manson-type retard thing!

Dominator stands on a low roof further along the alley. He RIPS a tall TV AERIAL from its fixings and HURLS it like  A SPEAR at the vampire. The vampire HOWLS and STAGGERS as the aerial takes it in the HEART, its tip protruding out of the creature's BACK. 

VAMPIRE (to Dominator):
Fool! Base metal cannot harm me!

An ELECTRIC CRACKLE emanates from the tip of Dominator's FINGER.

DOMINATOR:
Oh, yeah? How about electricity, then?

The crackle SPARKS from Dominator's finger, ARCING through the air to connect with the aerial's tip. The aerial lights up with HELLISH SFX, electrocuting the vampire. It SCREAMS as it JUDDERS and SHAKES.

DOMINATOR:
Don't touch that dial.

The vampire EXPLODES in a blast of sticky ECTOPLASM. Dave stares in wide-eyed DISBELIEF, rice and beansprouts still dribbling from his lips.

DOMINATOR (to Dave):
Bloody goths.

CUT TO:
INT. CABINET ROOM - NIGHT.
The PRIME MINISTER and BISHOP sit at the head of a table round which are AN ADMIRAL; A GENERAL; an AIR COMMODORE; and the HEAD OF M.I.5.  They're all talking at once, in low voices. There's a TV and VIDEO, the screen showing a rerun of Dominator's earlier fight against Decimator and company.

A RAP at the door, and the voices die away.  The door OPENS to reveal DOC PAYNE and DOMINATOR. 

DOC PAYNE (entering):
Prime Minister... Gentlemen... This is Dominator.
He claims to be from the, er, sonic pits of hell. I regret to say I've been unable to send him back.

DOC PAYNE(to Officials):
And now a gateway has been opened. I have to warn you
that we can expect more, and possibly worse, visitors.

Everybody begins to speak at once.

PRIME MINISTER (to Payne):
Sonic Pits? Hell?

BISHOP:
Gentlemen. Please. Let's stay calm.
I'm sure Doctor Payne wouldn't have brought,
ah, Dominator, here if he posed us any threat.

DOC PAYNE (nodding):
Indeed. Dominator has agreed to deal with any
further intruders. In return, I'm looking
for a way to send him back.

Dominator SNAPS his FINGERS loudly. The voices tail away.

DOMINATOR:
Screw all that. Just find a way to get me back home.
(turning away, towards the door)
'Cos if Lord Desecrator himself comes across from
Hell after me, your stupid planet's in
a whole heap o' shit!
(blowing them a kiss)
See ya!

Dominator exits. Doc Payne rushes after him.

DOC PAYNE:
Dominator! Wait!

BISHOP (thoughtfully):
If this "Dominator" continues
to act as a free agent, there'll be panic on the
streets. And if he isn't with us, he's against us...

I believe I know someone who can help, for a price...

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:
EXT. CHURCH ROOF PATIO - STARRY NIGHT.
The FLAGPOLE is swaying slightly, despite the lack of breeze. SHAGG is humping it, absent-mindedly and slowly. DOMINATOR sits, staring into the starry night sky. TARA, in night attire, tiptoes up behind him and puts her HANDS over his EYES.

TARA:
Guess who?

Dominator doesn't react. Tara takes her hands away from his eyes, moves round to SIT beside him.

TARA:
Hey, you okay?

DOMINATOR:
Bored.
(pause)
Wanna shag?

TARA:
Er, frankly, yes, but there's certain rituals
a girl likes... y'know, talking, getting to know someone...

(changing the subject):
Er. So what's home like? Motorhead
album covers immediately spring to mind...

DOMINATOR:
Hmm -- more like Cradle Of Filth, actually.

TARA:
Can't blame you for wanting to get back there.

DOMINATOR:
I like it.

TARA:
You never said why those others came after you.

DOMINATOR:
Lady Violator and her stooges? They were after this --
(holding up the Key): 
The most valuable thing in all damnation - the Key To Hell!

Tara stares at the dangling key, as if being HYPNOTISED. Fleeting but disturbing IMAGES seem to form around the key, then FADE AWAY, giving rise to others.

TARA:
It's... It's...

Dominator covers the key with his free hand. He slips it back into his pocket.

DOMINATOR:
Powerful, is what it is. Shred your soul in seconds
if you don't know what you're doing. And Desecrator
won't give it up -- it's worth a lot to him.

TARA:
So who's Desecrator? And why steal
it from him in the first place?

DOMINATOR (over montage of images relating to dialog):
There's a war going on in Hell, a war for power. 
The Key, y'see, gives its owner almost limitless powers.
Lord Desecrator stole the Key first, from Lucifer, 'cos
 he fancies himself as the new Top Dog in Hell. So I stole the Key from him, as I don't like the idea of serving that wanker for the next few thousand years.

TARA (voice only):
But -- why not use the Key yourself? To get home?

DOMINATOR:
I tried that already. Didn't work. No idea why.
Sometimes it works for me, sometimes not at all.
Guess I'm not evil enough, or something.

Tara shivers, and LEANS her HEAD against Dominator, and he SLIPS an ARM around her shoulders. He shifts into HUMAN mode again...

DOMINATOR:
You're different from your sisters...

TARA:
Same father, three different mothers. Molly's was a teacher, Fina's was
a witch, and mine was a model. Costs Dad a fortune in maintenance.

Dominator lowers his head, Tara raises hers, as their faces move closer together.

DOMINATOR:
What's this? Some kind of mating ritual?

TARA (murmurs):
Something like that...

FINA, who has been listening from the shadows, glares ANGRILY at Tara and Dominator start to KISS. With an obvious effort, Fina sets her lips in a SMILE and walks over to join them.

FINA:
Guys, the cut is smoking, I mean it...

Tara and Dominator break apart. Dominator shifts back to DEMON form.

TARA (annoyed):
Get lost, Fina, I'll hear it later.

Still smiling, coquettish, FINA takes Dominator's arm and pulls him to his feet.

FINA:
Aw, come on. Molly's uploading it right now.

Tara's eyes NARROW in irritation as Fina starts to pull Dominator away.

FINA:
I've got a good feeling about this.
Dom, you're gonna be a star!

They disappear inside the church, leaving Tara glaring coldly after them.

CUT TO:
INT. THE CHURCH, MAIN HALL - NIGHT.

MOLLY sits before a screen, in the process of uploading the song onto their WEBSITE. The monitor screen shows the website name - CROWCUT. In background, SIDNEY is sitting watching a TV screen. 
	 
MOLLY (as Dominator and Fina enter):
I'll upload a pic of you, Dom.

(reaches to pick up camera):
Er, strike a pose, yeah?

As Dominator tries out a variety of POSES, SIDNEY comes up behind him, grabs his ARM and tugs.

SIDNEY:
Auw!

MOLLY:
Piss off, Sidney - you're only jealous.

Sidney TUGS more urgently, pointing to the TV screen in the corner.

SIDNEY:
AUHW! AUHW!

LENDRA PATEL is onscreen, speaking to camera. Behind her is a TUBE STATION sign: CHARING CROSS.

LENDRA (on TV):
-- Here at Charing Cross, asking Londoners:
Do you Believe in the Supernatural?

ONSCREEN: a malevolently grinning DEMON sticks his head into the shot. Lendra stares at it, then SCREAMS.

Dominator VAULTS down the stairs to the crypts. In Batman fashion, he descends down to the vaults below the Church. Lined up ready are the Hell-Bike, the DRAGULA and the GHOST TRAIN. Dominator leaps into the cabin of the Ghost Train, fires it up, and blasts off down down the main tunnel attached to the vault... (nb. the Train is in shadows until the following scene)

INT. CHARING CROSS TUBE STATION - NIGHT.
SFX in a tunnel wall are the same as the GATEWAY SFX at the church. Many HELL-DEMONS are coming through. People scream in TERROR as the ugly demons use TRIDENTS to herd them together on the PLATFORM.

One man tries to ESCAPE by jumping off the PLATFORM, down onto the LINE. He touches against the third rail and is electrocuted painfully. The DEMONS watch, and APPLAUD -- and then STOP:
 
A TRAIN is powering through the tunnels towards the platform. Demons STARE as the train approaches. We get our first real view of the Ghost Train.

SFX beams LANCE from the Train's lights. Each BEAM strikes a demon, DISINTEGRATING it. Some demons LEAP down onto the track - UNHARMED by the third "live" rail.  Many hurl their tridents like SPEARS, embedding them in the Train's CAB. The train BRAKES and SLOWS, running over and CRUSHING many demons as it comes to a HALT.

Several tridents SLAM into the cab door as it's FLUNG OPEN. Dominator and Shagg leap out. A demon with UPRAISED trident stands over the fallen LENDRA PATEL, about to slay her.

LENDRA:
Help! Help!

Dominator's THROWING BLADE spins through the air. The spinning blade EMBEDS itself in the demon's GUT. Still spinning, the blade works its way UPWARDS, cleaving through his chest and neck, before finally SLICING the demon's face and head in HALF.

LENDRA stares in DISGUST as it disintegrates into a pool of GOO and ECTOPLASM. 

DOMINATOR (to Lendra):
Make you horny, huh?
Whatcha doing after the show, babe?

Lendra RETCHES violently.

HELLKATT appears in one of the station's entranceways, towards the rear of the train. MALVOLIO is with her. For a moment, she stands and watches.

There are very few demons left. SHAGG is atop one, ripping off its face with SHARP TEETH. Dominator is coolly despatching others with his BLADE or energy bolts.

Hellkatt CLIMBS onto the roof of the rear of the train, and she and Malvolio run towards the cab at the front. With all the demons killed, Dominator and Shagg clamber back into the CAB. 

INT. GHOST TRAIN CAB - NIGHT.
As Dominator makes to operate the controls, the shadowy figure of Hellkatt appears behind him. She has a length of BARBED WIRE in her hands, which she LOOPS around Dominator's NECK. She starts to PULL on the wire, trying to STRANGLE him. 

Dominator reaches back to GRAB Hellkatt's WRISTS in both of his hands. Exerting his STRENGTH, he JERKS her forward so that she ROLLS over his head and CRASHES into the train's CONTROL PANEL. LIGHTS flash, SWITCHES switch... and the Ghost Train takes off with a ROAR.

EXT. GHOST TRAIN - NIGHT.
The train picks up speed and leaves the station, RUNNING DOWN the last surviving demon, the train wheels SLICING off its head.

INT. - GHOST TRAIN CAB - NIGHT.	CONTINUING.
In the confined space of the cab, Hellkatt and Dominator continue to FIGHT, using a variety of MARTIAL ARTS blows and techniques against each other. MAGICAL SPARKS burst into the air whenever they STRIKE each other, or PARRY blows.
Hellkatt lands a couple of SHORT PUNCHES on Dominator's FACE. Dominator HEAD-BUTTS her and she STAGGERS back. She SWINGS one FOOT up in a powerful KICK to Dominator's GROIN, doubling him up. 

	CONTINUING.

Hellkatt JABS two straight fingers into Dominator's EYES. She follows through with a DOUBLE-HANDED BLOW to the head that again sends Dominator CAREENING against the CONTROL PANEL.

CUT TO:	EXT. SOHO SQUARE - NIGHT.
NEON lights flash round POSTERS and CUT-OUTS of STRIPPERS outside SEX CLUBS. MEN enter and leave the clubs, a few COUPLES among them. A group of half-drunk teenagers OGLE a life-size poster. Sudden ALARM as the GROUND begins to SHAKE. People SCATTER, RUNNING for cover as the ground starts to SPLIT OPEN in a gaping CHASM. 

INT. SOHO SEX CLUB - NIGHT.
	
A pretty STRIPPER is performing for an all-male AUDIENCE. The sound of her MUSIC is DROWNED OUT by a growing SHRIEK of twisted, tortured metal. The stripper STOPS, near-paralysed with FRIGHT, and audience members JUMP to their feet as the CAB of the Ghost Train bursts through the wall.

HellKatt and Dominator, locked together in a wrestling GRAPPLE, are thrown out of the cab as the train SLEWS to a HALT.

Men and panicked strippers RUSH for the exits as Dominator and Hellkatt continue to FIGHT. She has her hands round his THROAT, choking him.

HELLKATT:
Just so they know what to put on your gravestone --
it's "Fragged by the Hellkatt"!

Dominator uses his FEET to throw Hellkatt over his head, THUDDING into and KNOCKING OVER tables full of glasses and bottles. 

DOMINATOR:
Never heard of you... Darling!

She ROLLS lightly to her feet, adopts a martial arts POSE as she WHIRLS to face her foe again.

HELLKATT:
Ditto. But I've been hired to kill you, and...

DOMINATOR:
Wait a minute - who are you?

HELLKATT:
I'm half-human, half-demon. On my father's side.
Some bigshot called Desecrator. And when I find him -- 
(drawing her finger across her throat):
He's meat.

DOMINATOR:
Sounds like we have a whole lot in common...
(he moves closer to her, voice dropping seductively):
We should... get together. Swap, ah, amongst other things, details.

They stand CLOSE to each other, both obviously SEXUALLY AROUSED. 

HELLKATT:
Swap something, anyway.

They start to run their HANDS over each other's bodies.

DOMINATOR:
Who hired you?

HELLKATT:
Some politician. Guy called Bishop.

HELLKATT (nuzzling his mask):
Dunno why, though.

DOMINATOR (kissing her):
Who cares?

They begin removing articles of each other's CLOTHING. Then they FREEZE as they hear thin ELECTRONIC MUSIC (the calling theme on Dominator's cel-phone).

HELLKATT:
What the hell?

DOMINATOR (taking out cel-phone):
The Doc gave it to me for emergencies.
(flicking the cel-phone on, speaking crossly):
This better be good. What?

TARA (OOV, on phone):
It's me, Dom -- Tara.

Hellkatt continues to CARESS and NUZZLE Dominator as he takes the call.

TARA (OOV, on phone):
The band site's alive, man. Over 9 million hits!
We just called a press conference at the Savoy --
can you get there?

DOMINATOR:
(throatily, reacting to Hellkatt''s caresses)
Gimme a break. I'm, uh, busy saving the world.

TARA (angry, on phone):
Look, pal, I wanna be famous even if you don't.
Please -- can you get to the Savoy..?

Hellkatt's KISSING and NUZZLING starts to head LOWER.  ORAL SEX is obviously on the agenda...

DOMINATOR (sighing):
I'll definitely be coming soon, Tara...

Dominator releases his grip on the CEL-PHONE, and it FALLS to the floor.

CUT TO:
The same PUB we saw EXTRICATOR and DECIMATOR in earlier...	
THOUSANDS of EMPTY BOTTLES litter the floor, their necks snapped off.

DECIMATOR (OOV):
Hey, remember when the Karnaki Undead
rebelled? Man, we slaughtered those
decomposing bastards!

DECIMATOR and EXTRICATOR lie on their BACKS on the floor, heads positioned so that their OPEN MOUTHS are directly below the TAPS on a pair of large wooden BEER CASKS. They drink by reaching up to use the taps to regulate their intake.

EXTRICATOR:
Hic! We bathed in blood and souls for weeks, didn't we?

DECIMATOR:
We did!

Chaos-type SFX start to SHIMMER close to the DRUNKEN DUO. Extricator turns his head to look, dribbling BEER all down himself.

EXTRICATOR:
Holy sshit! Hallucinationss...!

The SFX form into a MINIATURE REPRESENTATION of the ugly and unspeakably evil DESECRATOR. Shocked, Decimator and Extricator sit bolt upright.

EXTRICATOR:
Lord Deshecrator! *hic!*

The SFX FACE shifts and shimmers, setting into an ANGRY VISAGE.

DESECRATOR:
What the fuck are you two doing?

The duo SCRAMBLE to their feet.

EXTRICATOR:
Sh-shorry, bosss. Dominator used that Key
he stole off you against us, and stomped our
arses bad, like.

DECIMATOR:
Yeah. We're just stokin' up for the rematch!

DESECRATOR:
And Lady Violator?

DECIMATOR:
Buggered off somewhere. I dunno.

DESECRATOR:
Kill Dominator.

DECIMATOR:
Sure. We will. Later.

DESECRATOR (menacing):
NOW!

DRUNKENLY, Decimator SNEERS at the Desecrator SFX.

DECIMATOR:
Lissen, Deshecrator -- you're a bigshot in hell okay,
but here, you're just a fucking midget!

Decimator suddenly SWINGS his HAMMER, bringing it WHAMMING down on the SFX, BREAKING them into a thousand sparkling FRAGMENTS. each a mirror-image of the original.

DECIMATOR:
Capeesh?

DESECRATOR (small reedy voice):
You will have all eternity to regret that.

The SFX FRAGMENTS wink out of existence.

DESECRATOR (small reedy voice - but Terminator-like):
I'll be back.

Extricator looks worried, but Decimator picks up a bottle of BEER and SNAPS off the neck.

EXTRICATOR:
Er, maybe that wassn't so clever, man...

DECIMATOR:
Ah, well. Who gives a frag! A Toast!

Extricator has also picked up a bottle. The duo CLINK them together.

DECIMATOR:
Fuck all fuckers!

Both QUAFF deeply from their bottles, then hurl them to SMASH against a wall.

EXTRICATOR:
A-fucking-men.

CUT TO:
INT. CABINET ROOM - NIGHT.

The TV is on, the screen showing the AFTERMATH of Dominator and Hellkatt's battle. The Soho sex club is on fire. Bishop and the Prime Minister are watching, unhappily.

LENDRA PATEL (voiceover):
What are they? Where do they come from?
Why the hell are they wrecking London?

PRIME MINISTER (groaning):
Dammit, man, you told me we were dealing with a few ghosts!

Bishop gently HELPS the P.M. to his feet, and USHERS him from the room.

BISHOP:
Relax, sir. Try to get a good night's sleep.
Things always look better in the morning.

The Prime Minister EXITS. Bishop SIGHS LOUDLY, pours himself a DOUBLE BRANDY and sits down. He looks CONSIDERINGLY at the brandy for a moment, then downs it in one swallow.

BISHOP (referring to his own last dialog):
I wish.

The picture on the TV screen becomes AGITATED, as something starts to INTERFERE with the broadcast signal. Bishop BLINKS in disbelief, staring as the pattern onscreen rearranges itself into a representation of LORD DESECRATOR.

DESECRATOR:
What if your wish was answered, Mr Bishop..?
(beat)
Indeed, what if I were to offer you the
position of King of the World..?

CUT TO:
EXT. SAVOY HOTEL, LONDON - NIGHT.
Glittering lights. Uniformed flunkeys greet the swish LIMOS pulling up, disgorging CELEBRITIES and STARS. LENDRA PATEL and her film crew are on the spot.

LENDRA (to camera):
All-girl rock group Koven has set the
music world ablaze. Every celeb in town
is out tonight for their Launch Party!

Celebrities LIZ GURLY and HAROLD VORDERMAN exit from their limos, WAVING to fans as they enter the hotel FOYER.

LENDRA:
I can see Liz Gurly... Harold Vorderman... And --
(gasps)
Ooh! Dominator!

Dominator, in full demonic finery, CRUISES towards the hotel foyer on his Hell-bike. It HOVERS about a couple of feet off the ground. As he passes LENDRA, Dominator BLOWS her a KISS.

DOMINATOR:
Looking good, kid.

Dominator drives his bike INTO the hotel foyer, ignoring PROTESTING flunkeys.

CUT TO:
INTERIOR - SAVOY HOTEL FUNCTION ROOM - NIGHT.

Light SPARKLES from cut-glass CHANDELIERS. TARA, FINA and MOLLY stand together, near a small STAGE which has the newly-named KOVEN's EQUIPMENT set up on it. They're snazzily dressed. The room is full of CHATTERING celebrities nibbling on CANAPES and drinking CHAMPAGNE.

TARA:
Look, I really like him. And I know
he feels the same way.

FINA (off-handedly):
Yeah. Right.

MOLLY:
He's stringing you along like a Thunderbirds puppet.

TARA (indignant):
Not! He took me into his confidence. He showed me the
Key he stole from Desecrator... that's why those others
came after him!

Tara BREAKS OFF, staring. Her sisters FOLLOW her gaze. PAN across the celebrities and stars, hearing random fragments of GOSSIP.

CELEBRITY:
-- Way I heard it, she sucked --

CELEBRITY:
-- Straight to D.V. bloody D --

CELEBRITY:
-- Addictive? Rank amateurs! --

The gossip DIES AWAY as celebrities and others look to see DOMINATOR cruise slowly into the function room on his bike. TARA and her sisters hurry over as Dominator DISMOUNTS.

TARA:
Where've you been? People are getting impatient.

FINA:
(smugly, taking Dominator's arm)
Don't hassle The Main Man, Tara.

MOLLY:
Come on. It's playtime.

FROWNING, Tara follows them over to the small stage. The foursome pick up their INSTRUMENTS, and Tara uses the MIC to speak to the assembled throng.

TARA:
Hi, everyone. We're CrowCut -- sorry we're late!
Here's "Die, Goths, Die!".

Tara hits a POWER CHORD on her guitar, and the band launch into a wild version of their song. MOLLY and FINA FLIRT with Dominator as they play, exchanging GLANCES and SMILES. The AUDIENCE grooves. TARA keeps to herself at one side of the stage. She looks TROUBLED; something is bothering her. She BLINKS her eyes and SHAKES her head, as if trying to shrug it off. 

An IMAGE of LADY VIOLATOR's FACE flickers in front of Tara, as if the image is trying to SUPERIMPOSE itself on Tara's features. 

LADY VI'S VOICE (quietly, heard only by Tara):
Relax. Don't try to fight me.

The ethereal image of Lady Violator SETTLES OVER Tara's face. Tara GASPS, makes one last EFFORT to fight off her mental attacker...and FAILS.

Dominator is playing an intricate GUITAR SOLO. He looks SURPRISED as Tara yells at him - but in Lady Violator's VOICE.

TARA (Lady Vi's voice):
Traitor!
(swivelling her guitar so it points at Dominator):
Pick this, you bastard!

A STREAM of HIGH ENERGY BOLTS zip and zap from the neck of Tara's guitar. The bolts STRIKE Dominator and BLAST him off his feet. The AUDIENCE thinks it's a GIMMICK, and some of them LAUGH.

Tara's face is CONTORTED with HATRED as she FIRES OFF another stream of energy from her guitar. It hits the downed Dominator, SFX RICOCHETING off him and SHOOTING into the audience. One ricocheted beam strikes the BUSTY STARLET in the head, burning off her FACE and FLESH. Her charred SKULL looks briefly SURPRISED, then she COLLAPSES to the floor, DEAD. People close to her SCREAM, and start to RUSH for the EXITS, panic-stricken. Tara points her guitar like a GUN, fires off another BURST of manic POWER CHORDS. The SFX strike her sisters, and KNOCK them bodily off the stage. Tara turns her guitar towards where her sisters have fallen, ready to FIRE SFX at them again.

TARA/LADY VI:
Scum, all of you!

Dominator GRABS Tara/Lady Vi from BEHIND, pinioning her arms.

DOMINATOR:
Violator's taken control of your mind --
you have to fight back, Tara!

Tara/Lady Vi throws her HEAD BACK sharply, the top of her skull STRIKING Dominator in the FACE, causing him to LOSE his GRIP and fall back.

Holding her guitar by the NECK, swinging it like an AXE, Tara/Lady Vi HITS Dominator with it in a BLAZE of SPARKS and JANGLED MUSIC.

DOMINATOR:
Fight back, Tara!

Tara/Lady Vi FREEZES in about-to-strike pose. Tara's IMAGE briefly reclaims the face, then LADY VI's image FLICKERS back. 

DOMINATOR:
Fight, damn you!

Tara/Lady Vi DROPS the guitar, puts both HANDS over her face as she makes a SUPREME EFFORT. SLOWLY, Tara/Lady Vi starts to take her hands away from her face.

TARA:
I...I...

Tara removes her hands completely - revealing that her face is her OWN again. But her body/powers are now those of Lady Violator.

TARA:
S'alright -- I've got my head back...

(looks down at her body, which is now Lady Vi's):
Oops. I think I've, er, got her body as well...

(holds up a forefinger, wonderingly, as little flames start to dance from its tip):
Cool... and her powers.

Tara SOARS into the air with a WHOOP of JOY.

TARA (laughing):
Hey -- I can fly!

Tara does a LOOP in the air, but MISJUDGES her trajectory. She REBOUNDS off a wall, then OUT OF CONTROL flies THROUGH a chandelier, SMASHING it to crystal SHARDS, before falling hard to the floor. Dominator reaches a hand to help her to her feet.

DOMINATOR (helping her up):
You all right?
57.

Tara SIGHS and CUDDLES against his body. Dominator puts his arms round her.

TARA:
I am now.

Molly and Fina GLARE with undisguised ENVY.

MOLLY:
Lucky cow.

FINA:
Why her?
(curling her lip with contempt):
Not even as if she's the pretty one.

CUT TO:
EXT. - A MISTY ALLEYWAY, CENTRAL LONDON - NIGHT.
Several dozen HOMELESS PEOPLE have bedded down in CARDBOARD and RAGS for the night. Jangling a few pounds' worth of COINS in his hand, DAVE, a HOMELESS PERSON, shuffles out of the alley.

TRAMP (Scottish voice):
Mind an' get beer now, Dave. Nane o' yer cheap wine.

TWIN HEADLIGHTS appear at the far end of alley, DAZZLING the homeless folk. 

HOMELESS (muttering):
What's the big idea..? Put those fucking lights out!

Backed by the bright lights, SHADOWY FIGURES move forward among the homeless folk.

SHADOWY FIGURE:
On your feet.

HOMELESS (Scottish voice):
Er - sez fuckin' who, James?

SHADOWY FIGURE:
(lashing out with CLUB to strike homeless Scot)
Sez fuckin' me, asshole.

The homeless people COMPLY, muttering protests but doing what they're told. The figures MARCH them towards the lights. It's a large, unmarked VAN. 

HOMELESS:
Where we going, man?

SHADOWY FIGURE:
(herding them towards the van)
Somewhere warm. Don't you worry.

The homeless are herded into the vehicle, and the doors are shut 
on them. The van REVERSES, and disappears into the MIST. Dave returns, clutching a bottle of CHEAP WINE.

DAVE:
The beer was too expensive, so I got some --

Dave is ASTONISHED to see that his homeless colleagues have all GONE. The bottle of wine slips from his hand and SMASHES on the street.

DAVE:
Shit.

CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH LIBRARY - NIGHT.

A OUIJA BOARD is laid out on a table, with PLANCHETTE. The lighting is DIM. FINA sits at the table in front of the board. The DOOR is closed.

The part of the table closest to Fina starts to SHAKE.

FINA:
Dominator's got something you want, Lord Desecrator.
If I return it to you, what do I get..?

Fina watches, FASCINATED, as the PLANCHETTE levitates off the board and starts to POINT to various letters. It spells out...	

SFX:
W-H-A-T-U-W-A-N-T?

FINA (smiling):
Dominator...

CUT TO:
EXT. LONDON ALLEY - NIGHT.
Dominator and Doc Payne are combing the alley where the homeless people vanished, looking for CLUES.

DOC PAYNE (sourly):
You caused havoc back there. This can't go on.

DOMINATOR:
Then send me back home.

DOC PAYNE:
You think I haven't tried? None of the usual spells work.
Like something on the other side was counteracting them.

DOMINATOR (softly):
Desecrator. What's he up to?

Dominator puts one HAND FLAT against the WALL. A fine TRACERY of SFX emanates from it, RADIATING out as if QUESTING or PROBING. Dominator  removes his hand, and the SFX disappear.

DOC PAYNE:
Well?

DOMINATOR:
No ecto-residue. Whatever took those people,
it wasn't from my town.

DOC PAYNE:
Two hundred homeless have vanished in London
over the last week. Isn't there any way you
can tell what happened here?

DOMINATOR (shrugging):
I can try.

Dominator STOOPS and lays one hand FLAT on the STREET. Similar but different-COLOURED SFX radiate out to cover an area maybe a metre square. Within the area they bound, the IMAGE of one of the SHADOWY FIGURES flickers BRIEFLY before vanishing.

DOC PAYNE:
Military. It has to be.
(pause)
And that means... the Government.

CUT TO:
INT. FUNERAL HOME KITCHEN - NIGHT.
Wearing a dressing-gown, FINA is preparing a POTION, using substances from some APOTHECARY-type BOTTLES. She HOLDS UP the resulting mixture to EXAMINE it. Then she takes a KITCHEN KNIFE and SLICES a small wound in her THUMB. Gently she SQUEEZES several drops of BLOOD from her thumb into the POTION.

Fina picks up a silver tray holding a bottle of BRANDY and a balloon glass. She walks out of the kitchen.

CUT TO:
INT. F HOME MAIN HALL:
Dominator sits, staring MOROSELY at the flickering gateway SFX. FINA enters, carrying her tray.

FINA:
Looks like you could use this.

Fina pours brandy from the bottle into the glass. She SLIPS a quantity of the POTION into the drink.

FINA:
Good for the soul, they say.

DOMINATOR:
Lemme see.

Fina hands the drink to Dominator. He raises the glass.

DOMINATOR:
To Me!

FINA (eyeing Dominator as he drinks):
To you... sweetie.

Dominator turns to Fina, his EYES love-struck. He draws her into a CLOSE EMBRACE as he changes back to his human form.

FINA:
Oh, much better...

DOMINATOR (husky, slurring):
Yer beautiful.

Dominator starts to gently ease off Fina's dressing gown. She's NAKED underneath. They start to MAKE LOVE on the hall floor, or on a sofa.

DISSOLVE TO:
Fina and Dominator (human form) lie ASLEEP in each other's arms. Fina opens her eyes. Satisfied that Dominator is SLEEPING soundly in post-coital relaxation, she QUIETLY and CAREFULLY disengages herself from him.

She SEARCHES through the POCKETS of his discarded jacket. She PAUSES, bringing out her hand. CLUTCHED in it is the Key to Hell.

Fina holds it up to EYE LEVEL. The Key seems to MOVE and TWIST like a living thing. Almost MESMERISED, Fina tears her eyes away and closes her FIST around the key.

She walks out of the room. She goes along the HALLWAY, and ENTERS the LIBRARY door. The OUIJA BOARD is still laid out on the table from earlier. Fina DANGLES the key over the ouija board.

FINA:
This is what you wanted --

SFX start to FLASH and FLICKER across the pictures on the board.

DOMINATOR (OOV, urgent):
Fina! Stop!

STARTLED, Fina sees Dominator in the doorway, back in demon form. SFX from the GATEWAY suddenly EXPAND, enveloping the KEY, pulling it from Fina's grip. The Key disappears down into the Gateway, which then MORPHS into a floating image of LORD DESECRATOR.

DESECRATOR (voice, OOV):
You shouldn't interfere in my plans, Dominator. It hurts me.

The SFX FADE OUT.

DESECRATOR (voice fading away):
And soon, I'll hurt you...

DOMINATOR (to Fina, reprovingly):
Not clever. That Key gives Lord Desecrator a
whole lot of power he doesn't need.

FINA (guiltily):
Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

TEARS well up in Fina's eyes. She leans against Dominator and his arms ENFOLD her in an EMBRACE. TARA/LADY VIOLATOR appears in the library doorway. She stares in SHOCK at Dominator embracing her sister. For a second, EXTREME ANGER flares in her eyes. Then TEARS form.

TARA/LADY VI (bitterly):
Bastards!

Tara/Lady Vi turns on her heel and FLIES off down the hallway.

CUT TO:
A London BUS, travelling through the city. We hear EXTRICATOR and DECIMATOR inside.

EXTRICATOR:
Aw, have you farted in the transport?

DECIMATOR:
No! Pforp! I have now!

EXT. FUNERAL HOME - NIGHT.
The bus pulls up outside the church.

DECIMATOR:
Come on, you daft bastard, we're here!

The bus's REAR DOOR opens, and EXTRICATOR and DECIMATOR stumble out.

DECIMATOR:
Shift your fat arse!

EXTRICATOR:
I haven't got an arse, fat or otherwise, have I?

DECIMATOR:
Well - shift your skull and tentacles, then! Come on, you daft bastard -

EXTRICATOR:
Oof!

DOMINATOR:
Don't you two ever learn?

DECIMATOR:
Nah. Not us, man.

DOMINATOR:
What do you want?

EXTRICATOR:
Er, we've left Desecrator's employment.
We got the sack. Drinking on the job.

DECIMATOR:
Short version -- we get home, Desecrator wipes us out.
If he finds his way here, then ditt-fucking-o!
(beat)
Seein' as how he's after you too,
we figured we'd stand a better chance together!
Whaddya say, pal? Let's all be heroes and save the Earth!

Dominator moves to the side, and beckons them to enter.

DOMINATOR:
This 'hero' thing seems to be catching.

DECIMATOR:
Hey, we're starting to like this mudball.
It's fun! We don't want Desecrator
up here spoiling it.

EXTRICATOR:
You said it, my man...

The church door closes behind them.

CUT TO:
EXT. LONDON ROOFTOP - NIGHT.
TARA/LADY VI sits on the edge of the roof, looking out over a PANORAMIC VIEW of the LONDON skyline.

Tears well up in her eyes as she rests her head miserably in her hands.
INTERCUT:
Tara/Lady Vi as seen through military BINOCULARS.

Several members of the MILITARY, in camouflage gear, are at street level, looking up.

OFFICER (into walkie-talkie):
Right - get her now!

INTERCUT: Roof-level. Several military types carrying NEURAL JANGLER guns are sneaking out of the roof entry. They see her...

WEAPONS held ready, four or five military types start to SWARM towards Tara/Lady Vi. 

SOLDIER:
Open fire!

The NEURAL JANGLERS are fired, creating a web or CAGE of SFX that FLASH and CRACK around Tara/Lady Vi. Obviously PAINED by the SFX, Tara/Lady Vi SCRAMBLES to her feet. She starts to SPASM and JERK, as if having an EPILEPTIC FIT. 

There's a further BURST of JANGLER SFX, and Tara/Lady Vi falls UNCONSCIOUS.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:
EXT. ST PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, LONDON - NIGHT.
An unmarked MILITARY VEHICLE speeds along the street. It drives up onto the PAVEMENT, and STOPS outside a small door in the cathedral's side wall. Tanks and other heavy artillery are packed in the streets around the church.

The vehicle's rear doors open, and several military types wheel out a GURNEY. On it lies Tara/Lady Vi, tied to the gurney with QUANTUM CHAINS which sparkle like SINISTER RAINBOWS. Tara/Lady Vi is wheeled inside. 

INT. CHAMBERS BENEATH ST PAUL'S - CONTINUING.
Tara/Lady Vi is wheeled through a vast CHAMBER FILLED with HUNDREDS of HOMELESS PEOPLE, guarded by ARMED MILITARY. Huge PENTACLES and OCCULT SIGILS have been painted on the walls. The soldiers push the gurney through another door, into a large and hi-tech COMMAND ROOM, with computers and monitors and weird electrical equipment.

The gurney STOPS. Tara/Lady Vi looks up...to see BISHOP smiling sweetly down at her.

BISHOP:
Hi. We've got quite a night ahead of us.
We're going to discover all your secrets,
and an old friend of yours might be dropping
in as well. Cool, huh?

TARA/LADY VI (realising):
You mean Lord Desecrator? You idiot! You can't --
BISHOP:
Oh, I can. I will.
(beat)
And you're going to help me.

CUT TO:
INTERIOR - MAIN HALL, CHURCH - NIGHT.
Doc Payne anxiously confronts Dominator.

DOC PAYNE:
-- But she can't have just disappeared!

DOMINATOR:
Tara has Lady Violator's body and powers now.
She can take care of herself.

DOC PAYNE:
She's my daughter, for Christ's sakes!

Fina steps forward. She holds a MULTI-FACETED CRYSTAL, dangling on the end of a piece of thread.

FINA:
It's my fault she went. Maybe I can find her...

Fina opens a MAP of London on the floor. Holding the CRYSTAL PENDULUM over it, she CONCENTRATES.

DOC PAYNE (suspicious):
Fina? What are you doing?

FINA:
Mom was a witch, remember? She taught me a few things...

The PENDULUM swings over the map, moving in ever-decreasing CIRCLES until it comes to rest...

FINA (looking down at map):
There. St. Paul's Cathedral.

DOMINATOR (to Decimator and Extricator):
Hey, you two - let's go save that bit of skirt!

Dominator hands a BUSINESS CARD to Doc Payne.

DOMINATOR:
Oh yeah -- if it's Desecrator,
we'll need help. Call this number.

Doc Payne looks at the card. On it is written:  HELLKATT  0207.555.1666

CUT TO:
EXTERIOR - CHURCH - NIGHT.
With Dominator at the handlebar, the HELLCAR speeds off into the night, accompanied by the GHOST TRAIN (with Extricator and Decimator as passengers...). 

EXTRICATOR / DECIMATOR:
"Here we go, here we go, here we go..!"

INTERIOR - ST PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, ALTAR AREA - NIGHT.
A VICAR is on his knees, eyes CLOSED, PRAYING before the altar.

The vicar breaks off as he hears the muffled sound of a racing ENGINE outside. He looks up the AISLE of the cathedral. The main entry DOORS SMASH open as the DRAGULA bursts in. It SCREECHES to a halt by the CONSTERNATED Vicar. The car window OPENS.

DOMINATOR:
Yo, Dude. We're looking for a babe. About, er...

The Vicar FAINTS, toppling backwards onto the floor.

DOMINATOR:
Be like that, then.

Enter Decimator & Extricator. Decimator points up, into the beams of the ROOF SPACE. A shadowy FIGURE detaches itself from a beam and LEAPS down towards them.

DECIMATOR:
Ambush! 

DOMINATOR:
Chill, Decimator.

HELLKATT somersaults down to land on the church floor beside them.

DOMINATOR:
She's with me.

Decimator catches sight of Hellkatt's bum.

DECIMATOR:
Phwoar! Hey, you would - wouldn't you?

EXTRICATOR:
Well, I would if I had any discernible genitals, yes.

DECIMATOR:
Well, what's that then? I thought that was your knob?

EXTRICATOR (looking down):
That's me gun!

CUT TO:
INT. SUBTERRANEAN CHAMBER CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT.
Tara/Lady Vi is upright, STRAPPED to a wall using QUANTUM CHAINS. Machinery HUMS, electrical circuits FLASH and CRACKLE. Tara/Lady Vi SCREAMS in pain, the sound ECHOING before it dies away. BISHOP is present, and a white-coated SCIENTIST.

SCIENTIST (explaining):
Tha chains'll keep her quiet while the machine
draws off her energy and uses it to feed this
process you've set up... whatever it is.

BISHOP:
Official secret. Need to Know only.
(he ushers the scientist out of the chamber)
Thank you.

Bishop GLANCES through an observation window providing a VIEW of the chamber with all the HOMELESS PEOPLE in it. He SMILES thinly, and hits a button on a computer keyboard. The IMAGE of DESECRATOR appears on the MONITOR SCREEN (or all of them, if there's a bank of screens).

BISHOP:
Everything's ready. You got what you wanted?

DESECRATOR:
I possess the Key once more. My powers are
at optimum strength. Start the transfer.

BISHOP (hesitating):
The raw material for your Earth-body is ready,
but how do I know you'll keep your word?

DESECRATOR:
Believe me. Your stature shall be as no
mortal has ever known before.

Bishop smiles with ANTICIPATION as he reaches to hit a SWITCH. The HUM of machinery grows LOUDER. TARA/LADY VI starts to SCREAM again.

CUT to:

INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT.
A half-dozen MILITARY GUYS heft their NEURAL JANGLER weapons as the door at the far end of the corridor opens, and Extricator stands there.

SOLDIER (whispering):
Here he comes... get ready...
(flicks off safety switch on his gun - yells)
Fire!

But before the soldier can fire, Extricator's TENTACLES lash out, knocking the man UNCONSCIOUS.

EXTRICATOR:
What kind of a welcome is that?!

Dominator, Decimator and HellKatt enter through the doorway, to see Extricator TAKING OUT all of the other military types in a WHIRLWIND of chaos-demon action. 

HELLKATT:
I think we're in the right place.

INTERIOR - CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT.
The SFX on the monitor screens are going HAYWIRE, shifting swiftly between images of THE KEYS and DESECRATOR. A PHONE bleeps. BISHOP picks it up.

VOICE (OOV):
We've got intruders, sir.

BISHOP:
Stop them. By any means necessary.

As the SFX continue to build, a monitor screen EXPLODES. Then a SECOND, and a THIRD, until all of the monitors SHATTER under the intensity of the energy.

BISHOP:
This won't take much longer.

Bishop slams the phone back into its CRADLE. An EERIE STILLNESS follows... Which shatters as the DOOR bursts violently open. Dominator and his three companions are there.

DOMINATOR (glancing from Tara to Bishop):
Having fun, Mr. Bishop?

Dominator's THROWING BLADE streaks from his hand, ARCING through the air to start CUTTING at Tara/Lady Vi's chains.

DECIMATOR (showing off):
Fragging - A!

DECIMATOR:
Fraggin-A!

The QUANTUM CHAINS that bind Lady Vi/Tara LOSE their POWER. HellKatt manages to TEAR AWAY the chains and FREE Tara/Lady Vi. Tara/Lady Vi falls WEAKLY, and DOMINATOR catches her in his arms.

DOMINATOR:
Gotcha, babe.

TARA/LADY VI:
Oh, thank you...
(beat)
...you two-timing bastard!

Tara/Lady Vi SLAPS Dominator hard across the face.

DOMINATOR:
Ow! Oi! Hey!

TARA/LADY VI (angry but weak):
It's your fault I'm here! If you hadn't
shagged that sex-starved sister of mine --

DOMINATOR (embracing her):
Er, yeah. Sorry about that.

DECIMATOR (grinning, as he holds his hammer over Bishop):
Looks like we got here just in time!

BISHOP (grinning back):
Oh, you think so? (gestures towards observation window)
Look.

Dominator and the others, including the weak Tara, CLUSTER in front of the ob-window, looking through.

EXTRICATOR:
Frag me with a sharp sstick -- ! Look at that!

CUT TO:
INT. LARGE CHAMBER - NIGHT.
Hellish SFX have started to LEAP and FLASH throughout the chamber. Homeless Folk yell and shout in fear and PAIN as the SFX BRUSH AGAINST them. 

CUT TO:
BISHOP, standing near Dominator and the others.

BISHOP:
Now -- the Sacrifice of Flesh!

INTERCUT:
LIGHTNING FX play over all the trapped humans. TERROR and PANIC throughout the chamber as BODIES start to MELT and VANISH from existence. 

DOMINATOR and the others FRAMED in the ob-window, weird LIGHTING FX playing over their faces.

EXTRICATOR (with feeling):
Aw, ssshit!

DECIMATOR:
And, er, now what, smart-arse?

EXTRICATOR:
I haven't got an arse, smart or otherwise, have I? You get stuck in, you're the big handy-looking one!

DECIMATOR:
Bugger that!

In the CHAMBER, the hundreds of bodies MELD and FUSE into one monstrous form - it's DESECRATOR, and his bulk nearly fills the entire underground complex.

HELLKATT:
Thats - My Father? Ugh!

DOMINATOR:
That's him alright.

HellKatt's eyes NARROW with hatred. She RUNS AT the window, DIVES...and CRASHES through it.

HELLKATT:
Pucker up, Daddy! It's Fragging time!

As HellKatt drops down through the air, she SLASHES with her MYSTIC BLADE (or FIRES some kind of OCCULT WEAPON). The giant Desecrator screams in pain, and turns its main HEAD to face her.

HellKatt lands on the chamber floor, still STRIKING out. ENERGY BOLTS blast out from Desecrator's eyes, HITTING HellKatt, sending her staggering back.

DESECRATOR:
You're no daughter of mine --

Searing FLAMES shoot from the beast's MOUTH, engulfing HellKatt.

DESECRATOR:
Burn, bastard, burn ...!

The flames DIE AWAY as HellKatt falls to the ground unconscious. DESECRATOR's HEAD SWIVELS to GLARE down at her - but before it can attack her again, Dominator FIRES his ENERGY BOLTS at it.

DOMINATOR:
Leave her, you mad bastard! It's me you want!

Desecrator JERKS AROUND to face Dominator, and ENERGY BOLTS FLARE from his eyes.

EXTRICATOR (to Dominator):
Nice one, knobend. You trying to get us all wiped?

DOMINATOR:
Everybody outside! Now!

The interior of the ob-room dramatically EXPLODES as Desecrator lets rip with his eye-beams. The smoke quickly clears. Dominator, Extricator, Decimator and Tara/Lady Vi are on their way out of the flaming ruins. BISHOP stands amidst the clearing smoke and debris, completely UNHARMED. 

BISHOP (nervously):
You're a beast of your word, Desecrator.
(smiling with an obvious effort)
We can do business together...

DESECRATOR (looming closer):
Insect. You'll do what I tell you.
(completely overshadowing Bishop)
There is much I need to know about this world --
and you will tell me. I will suck your soul's
knowledge dry like marrow from a bone!

BISHOP (terrified):
Eep. But you said -- Wait a minute,
I built a new body for you --

DESECRATOR:
I lied.
(beat)
This world shall finally be mine. All that I planned
has come to pass. You, Dominator, and the others
unwittingly paved the way for me by weakening the fabric
between Hell and Earth. Now it is time for me to assume
my rightful place as ruler of all realities!

Desecrator rears up, and then devours Bishop with one snap of its jaws, like the T-Rex and the Lawyer in Jurassic Park. The creature then GROWS and GROWS, bursting out of the huge underground complex...

CUT - to Dominator and the others hurrying out of the Cathedral from a side door.

EXT. FRONT OF ST PAUL'S - NIGHT.

A CROWD has gathered, watching the FLICKERING SFX that can be seen through the cathedral windows. MILITARY VEHICLES rush up, screech to a halt, and dozens of heavily armed SOLDIERS pour out. 

LENDRA PATEL and her XLN team are there, filming.

LENDRA (into mic, to camera):
-- St. Paul's Cathedral, where something
very weird is going on...

The DOME of St Paul's is VIBRATING, SHAKING, stone and debris falling loose, GLASS shattering.

LENDRA (to camera):
And the building itself appears to be collapsing...

Suddenly the entire DOME splits asunder...as DESECRATOR spectacularly BURSTS OUT through its top.  A giant version of the KEY TO HELL dangles from a chain around its gigantic neck.

DESECRATOR:
Hello, London!

Lendra and the team are still filming, though BACKING AWAY from the scene as they do so.

LENDRA (to camera):
Ohmigod. What the hell is that?

CUT TO:
EXT. NEARBY LONDON STREET - NIGHT.
Doc Payne's car SPEEDS into the street, SWERVES to avoid some falling MASONRY, then BRAKES to a HALT. DOC PAYNE, MOLLY and FINA get out.

MOLLY (pointing up):
What. Is. That??

Doc and Fina follow her pointing finger. The GIANT DESECRATOR is on the move, St Paul's COLLAPSING into RUBBLE as the giant beast expands out of it.

DOC PAYNE:
Desecrator! Ah, bugger, we're too late.

EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT.
Tara/Lady Vi is RECOVERING CONSCIOUSNESS. Dominator and the others are nearby, looking up at Desecrator.

TARA/LADY VI:
Ow -- I'll never be cruel to a gin
and tonic again. We safe yet?

DOMINATOR:
Er, no.

HELLKATT:
Can we stop him?

DOMINATOR:
Maybe. I say we hit the bastard
with everything we've got.

Dominator and the others move out...

EXTERIOR - PLAZA/SHOPS NEAR ST PAUL'S - NIGHT.
The DESECRATOR flesh-beast towers over buildings as it heads for the city centre, in Godzilla-type fashion. Bits of buildings FALL OFF where it brushes against them. The artillery we saw parked outside St.Pauls earlier OPENS FIRE at Desecrator, but is in turn BLASTED by bolts of the creature's power.

Desecrator howls with laughter as his body expands, and expands, filling the sky. From space, we see the whole planet being ENVELOPED and SWALLOWED by the ever-expanding mouth of Desecrator, and the Beast shrieks with insane laughter from somewhere within its disgusting new form...

DESECRATOR:
King of the World!
(triumphantly)
King of Hell! King of every-fucking-where!

Terrified Londoners look up. There's no longer a sky. Just the pulsing membranes of the Hell-Lord that's just eaten Earth.

EXT. ALLEY MOUTH - NIGHT.
Doc Payne, Molly and Fina run into Dominator and the others as they move to attack the giant Desecrator.

FINA:
Oh - my - God --! He's... eaten the World!

DOMINATOR:
Now, that's one way of looking at it.

Doc Payne points to the sky, now completely filled by Desecrator's bulk.

DOC PAYNE:
We need a plan, dammit!

DOMINATOR:
Yeah? Such as?

MOLLY (semi-hysterical):
It's all your fault, Tara! You talked
us into playing the Lost Chord in the first place!

FINA (to Tara):
Right bloody mess we're in now.

DOMINATOR (to Fina):
Come off it -- you gave Desecrator his Key back!
Without it, he wouldn't have been able to cross
over to Earth...

FINA (angry):
Hey...

TARA/LADY VI (reflective):
I've been thinking -- Hellkatt said Desecrator
raped her mother, but then he returned to hell.
How'd that get arranged?

HELLKATT (grim):
A sacrifice, I think.

DOC PAYNE (deep in thought):
Hmm... we need to find a sacrifice bigger
than all those poor people that helped bring him
through in the first place...
(beat)
Heh... what if we get Desecrator to, ahem, sacrifice himself?

HELLKATT:
Sounds good. So what do we use as
the sacrificial knife?

DOC PAYNE:
Look - what if we hit the Key with something
so powerful that it 'unlocks' Desecrator from
his new body and drags his spirit back
 to Hell..? Something like...

DOMINATOR:
...The Lost Chord! (sniggers evilly)
...Played backwards!

DOC PAYNE:
Do that whilst I perform an exorcism
and I think we may get a serious result...

TARA/LADY VI:
It's as good a plan as any. Shall we?

DOMINATOR (leering at her):
Yeah. Let's frag the bastard!

There is an EERIE ROAR, and Dominator's HELLBIKE zooms down the debris-strewn street leading to the Alleyway. Dominator LEAPS astride the bike, and SPEEDS back up the street. The GHOST TRAIN and DRAGULA pull up, collecting Extricator, Decimator and Hellkatt respectively. The whole crazy cavalcade then blasts off into the sky towards Desecrator, leaving Doc Payne, Molly and Fina behind.

DOMINATOR:
Just time it right, Doc!

DOC PAYNE:
Just you get on with it!

EXTERIOR - AERIAL VIEW - NIGHT.
LIGHTNING flashes down from the ghastly bulk floating in the sky onto London, blowing up SEVERAL BUILDINGS. Dominator and Co. continue their climb up towards Desecrator's massive body.

FINAL BATTLE SEQUENCE:
EXTERIOR - DESECRATOR.
Dominator's team run into HEAVY FIRE, as tentacles erupt from Desecrator's bulk and unleash LIGHTNING and FIRE at the oncoming Chaos-Crew... The fire is RETURNED. 

Dominator directs the Ghost Train to follow him. Extricator, at its controls, follows him with glee.

DOMINATOR:
Oi, you lot! Follow me!

Dominator unleashes a torrent of ENERGY FX at Desecrator's main bulk, tearing a hole in it. Blood and gore seep out of the opening.

DOMINATOR:
Through there! We've got to find his Brain!

The Ghost Train SMASHES a path into the living prison surrounding Earth... the others follow, weapons blazing away. They enter a huge tunnel, with a gigantic FLESH FORTRESS visible at the other end.

DECIMATOR / EXTRICATOR:
"Here we go, here we go..!"

HELLKATT:
Down there... I can feel him...

With Desecrator's body launching a massive attack on the intruders, the entire team heads off down the tunnel, its own weaponry blazing away. Standing astride the DRAGULA's roof, Hellkatt unleashes a particularly vicious burst of power at the huge flesh-fortress ahead...

HELLKATT:
Eat shit, Daddy!

Her power blast tears away the skin of flesh around the fortress, which is revealed to be... DESECRATOR'S HEAD, connected by a myriad of tubes to the vast flesh-thing he's become. 

EXTRICATOR:
Oopss!

Desecrator stares at the oncoming crew...

DESECRATOR:
You presume... to challenge...
the King of Everything? Then... Die!

POWER FX surround and BLAST the Crew. Dominator et al. howl in temporary agony. The Dragula and Ghost Train start trailing fire and smoke. Inside the cab, Extricator and Decimator fight with the controls.

DECIMATOR:
Bugger! Power's Down!

EXTRICATOR:
Anyone got ten pence for the meter? Oi! Dom! We're in big trouble here!

Dominator turns and yells to the duo, Tara and Hellkatt (still astride the Dragula).

DOMINATOR:
The rest of you, fall back.
Leave the rest to me.

TARA/LADY VI:
Like hell! I'm coming with you!

DOMINATOR:
Bollocks you are! Hellkatt, get her out of here!

TARA/LADY VI (protesting):
No!

But it's already too late, as Dominator speeds towards the giant Desecrator head astride the HellBike. The others retreat, with Tara/Lady Vi being pulled away by Hellkatt. Dominator materialises his GUITAR in his hands, and holds it like a machine gun as he approaches his giant foe.

DESECRATOR:
Come.. to me, little insect!

DOMINATOR:
Alright, Doc -- now!

EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT.
Doc Payne, still with the girls, intones the exorcism passage, waving his hands at the sky.

DOC PAYNE:
Ahem! EXO DEMONICUS! EXO MALEFICARUM! EXO MONSTRIS!

INTERIOR(?) - DESECRATOR
The Key, still hanging off a tentacle wrapped around Desecrator's neck, flares ominously.

DESECRATOR (realising):
What? No! Not me! You cannot sacrifice meeee...!

Dominator crashes through the last of Desecrator's defences, facing his giant adversary's head. He SWINGS ROUND the guitar, and hits the familiar LOST CHORD - in REVERSE! A DEVASTATING BARRAGE of energy erupts from the guitar, striking the Heart Of Living Darkness. The key flares up, its light growing ever stronger, consuming Desecrator's screaming head... The Light turns into fire, rapidly consuming everything in sight. Dominator disappears amid the explosions and general destruction.

EXTERIOR - STREET - NIGHT
The GHOST TRAIN and the DRAGULA come streaking down out of the sky and crash to a halt by St. Pauls... Doc Payne and the others hurry towards the vehicles as Tara, Hellkatt, Extricator and Decimator disembark to see what's happening above...

MOLLY:
What happened? Where's Dominator?

TARA/LADY VI:
Still up there!

There's a series of MASSIVE EXPLOSIONS on the underside of the Desecrator-body, as fire tears holes and causes major damage to the invader. Doc Payne and the others run for cover, but it's soon over and the real sky is soon revealed - Desecrator has been completely vanquished.

Fina pops her head out from around a wall, to see sunlight streaming down. It's dawn.

FINA:
Cool.

Doc Payne and the others come out of hiding as well. They watch as other Londoners start to emerge into the sunlight. LENDRA PATEL and her crew come out from behind a pile of rubble, camera still online...

LENDRA:
I think it's over...

Doc Payne is looking pleased with himself.

Tara/Lady Vi is downcast. She keeps looking up into the sky. Molly and Fina walk over to her.

FINA:
Hi, Sis.

MOLLY:
You okay?

TARA/LADY VI:
I don't know. Ask me later.

Suddenly, there's a BLAST of MOTORCYCLE EXHAUST, and DOMINATOR appears, riding down the street into view aboard the HellBike. Hellkatt smiles as she sees Tara's reaction - a great big smile.

HELLKATT:
Yuck.

Dominator pulls up and changes back to HUMAN FORM. The gang CLUSTER around him, congratulating him.

TARA/LADY VI:
You did it! You got him!

DOMINATOR:
Ah, it was nothing.

MOLLY:
Thank God that's over.

Doc Payne notices Extricator and Decimator creeping surreptitiously away from the proceedings...

DOC PAYNE:
I wouldn't be surprised if He gave us a hand
somewhere along the line -- Hey! Where are
you two off to?

EXTRICATOR:
We're gonna find a bar and celebrate!

DECIMATOR:
Yeah, alcohol's cool. I need a
new hobby now I'm stuck here.

FINA:
Fair enough. Have one for me.

Dominator watches them, and turns to Tara.

DOMINATOR:
They got the right idea. Shall we?

TARA/LADY VI:
Does Keith Richards play guitar?

DOMINATOR:
Only when I let him. Come on.

Dominator and Tara/Lady Vi climb aboard the HELLBIKE. Dominator shifts back to his full DEMON FORM. The Hell-Bike streaks off into the sky. Doc Payne, Molly, Fina and Hellkatt watch them go.

HELLKATT (disappointed):
Aw... I was hoping for a threesome.

DOC PAYNE:
Erm, I have to explain things to the
Prime Minister...  another time, perhaps.

Hellkatt waves to him off-handedly, then joins the remaining sisters as, ARMS around each other, they all WALK OFF into the SUNRISE.

HELLKATT:
S'alright. See if he wants to join in.

Doc Payne coughs and splutters...

FINAL SHOT:
Move up -- from the small group walking off, up to the HellBike streaking across the London skyline, as Fireworks light up the dawn clouds...

EPILOGUE:
DECIMATOR and EXTRICATOR watch the sun come up from the rooftops...

EXTRICATOR:
Cor, that was a day and a half, weren't it, our kid?

DECIMATOR:
Unbelievable, our kid.

EXTRICATOR:
I tell you what, though, looking back on it...

DECIMATOR:
Yeah?

EXTRICATOR:
I thought we were a bit tetchy top start with...

DECIMATOR:
We were a bit, yeah.

EXTRICATOR:
For no good reason, and then we got good, we got nice, and then we saved the world, and - we developed a taste for ale, all in the same day!

DECIMATOR:
I tell you what - being a good guy and liking beer is where it's at, man.

EXTRICATOR:
Right, and when you've properly devloped a mature taste for ale, do you think you'll be a lager or a bitter man?

DECIMATOR:
Oh a bitter man - a pint of Cripple Dick for me! Why, what you like?

EXTRICATOR:
I'm thinking of going for lager top.

DECIMATOR:
Lager top? Nah, that's a southern jessies' drink, that!

EXTRICATOR:
Is it? Oh, I might go for the Monk's Dong, then.

DECIMATOR:
Fine, then.

EXTRICATOR:
I'll tell you something else...

DECIMATOR:
What?

EXTRICATOR:
I'm dead pleased about this...

DECIMATOR:
What?

EXTRICATOR:
When we started off, we were just two minor characters, and now here we are in the End Title Sequence!

DECIMATOR:
That's brilliant! Hang on - we're not getting paid anymore for this, are we?

EXTRICATOR:
Right - shut up, then.

END TITLES