EXT. MANHATTAN CITY - DAY:

SUPER TITLE: DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN 10.00 AM

Police cars and a SWAT van are speeding towards an Unknown destination, sirens howling loudly.

CUT TO:

INT. RUNDOWN HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS:

The room is pitch black, with only an open window giving any form of light.

A silhouette of a man wearing a Stetson is kneeling down examining something on the floor.

The sirens can be heard in the distance getting closer.

He glances towards the window. Shortly afterwards he gets up and heads towards it.

PAN TO FLOOR

Down on the floor, next to where the man was kneeling, is a pool of blood. Visible by the light from the window is a bare woman's leg. The rest of the body is covered by the shadows. There are FOUR DEEP GASHES on the leg.

The mystery man stands by the edge of the window, peering out of it. The light glazes over his face. He has a rugged look to his facial appearance due to his short blonde stubble. He has a dark eye patch over his left eye. He stares grimly out of the window towards the approaching law enforcement and several newsreel vans.

OZ SHEPHERD

Hmm... Getting out of here ain't gonna be as easy as I first thought.

His hand removes a handgun from its holster around his chest.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

Can't fret about that now though. Still got a job to finish.

There is a growl coming from the darkness.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

And it would seem I won't have to go far to do it.

He spins round, drawing the gun. A large body ploughs into him - the two of them disappearing into the darkness.

EXT. RUNDOWN HOTEL - CONTINUOUS:

The police have set up a barricade around the front of the hotel. The place looks completely decrepit and is due for demolition.

The SWAT members, two teams of four, dismount from the back of the van and split up. They begin their approach on the hotel from different directions.

The news vans are parked as close as they can be to the barricade with the reporters already standing before their respective cameramen.

REPORTER #1

Following an anonymous tip, the local PD have converged on the old Trafford Hotel where the Manhattan Mauler is said to have been hiding out...

REPORTER #2

...responsible for five gruesome murders, the Manhattan Mauler has in the past eluded the local authorities. No concrete suspects have been tied to this case, making his arrest here a climactic close to the investigation.

REPORTER #3

It is believed that the Mauler is still inside. The police department are taking no chances, advising all that he is likely armed and very dangerous...

The first SWAT team break through the front door while the other team go round the back.

INT. RUNDOWN HOTEL - GROUND FLOOR - CONTINUOUS:

Team one move in single file with Heckler & Koch MP5s at the ready. They head towards the stairs. Across from the stairs are the disabled elevators.

They take up position at the base of the stairs, making sure the way is clear. The leader of the team signals two members to proceed.

They begin their climb to the next floor.

There is a sudden sound of something heavy landing in the elevator shaft behind them. The SWAT team spins round aiming their guns at the boarded up elevator door.

There is no movement; only the sound of heavy panting and animal-like sniffing.

The SWAT members seem confused and nervous.

A sharp blow then strikes the other side of the board, followed by another.

SWAT MEMBER #1

(To Leader)

What's your orders sir?

SWAT LEADER

Hold your fire till I give the order!

Suddenly, on the third blow, a greyish furry arm breaks through. It claws at the air. Startled by the sudden occurrence, the spooked members open fire on the elevator till their magazines are empty. They riddle the board with holes. The arm retreats back into the elevator shaft.

SWAT MEMBER #2

What the hell was that thing?!

SWAT MEMBER #1

Right now I'd rather know if we killed it.

OZ SHEPHERD (O.S.)

Unlikely; not with a bunch of amateur shots like yer self anyways.

The SWAT team spin back round, facing up the stairs. They pull their guns round and squeeze the trigger. The guns click empty.

Standing before them is a man in his late 20s. He is wearing jeans, white shirt and a brown over coat. On his head is also a Stetson which covers long blonde hair that is tied back into a ponytail.

He calmly lights up a cigarette with a match. His right hand is covered by a black glove while the other is bare.

He waves the match to put out the light as he looks up revealing his full face.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

Here. I'll show you how it's done.

He draws his own handgun and fires four quick shots. A tranquilizer dart hits each of the four members in the neck. They stagger and collapse in a heap.

Oz calmly walks down the steps.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

Just you and me now.

Through the hole, an eye is watching him.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

I'd rather we didn't drag this on longer than we have to. I hate having to work overtime.

There is a growl from behind the board. Moments later, the board is ripped apart as a massive WEREWOLF pounces at Oz. It is wearing ripped up trousers.

Oz calmly strikes outward with his gloved hand and smacks the werewolf in the head with his fist. The werewolf staggers backwards, fumbling for anything that could hold it upright before falling forward unconscious.

Oz shakes his hand twice before removing the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out calmly. Just then, an insect starts to buzz around his head.

HUXLEE (O.S.)

Oz! Oz! We got to get out of here!

The insect settles on Oz's right shoulder. Oz glances over.

CLOSE UP ON INSECT

The insect is around 3 centimeters high and has human facial features, while it's whole body resembles that of a beetle.

HUXLEE (CONT'D)

The police are expected to breach from the front.

OZ SHEPHERD

Relax Huxlee. Got that angle covered.

He points over his shoulder towards the downed SWAT members.

HUXLEE

Oh!

OZ SHEPHERD

What of the rear?

HUXLEE

Randall has incapacitated the second team.

OZ SHEPHERD

Good. Then we move out.

Oz bends down and picks up the unconscious werewolf who has started to revert to human form. Huxlee flies off and hovers in front of Oz as he slumps the unconscious figure over his shoulder.

HUXLEE

Oz, the suspect don't look too well. What did you do to him?

Oz starts heading towards the door.

OZ SHEPHERD

What's with the accusations all of a sudden. I got him didn't I?

HUXLEE

Oh boy... Illena is not going to enjoy this.

OZ SHEPHERD

What?! It was just a measly right hook.

HUXLEE

A right hook?! There isn't anything measly about your right hooks! I'm surprised you didn't kill him!

OZ SHEPHERD

Aw relax! He's still breathing. Now can we concentrate on getting out of here?!

He hurries towards the back.

EXT. RUNDOWN HOTEL - CONTINUOUS:

Oz runs down an alley. Blocking the exit is a black van with tinted windows. It's engine is running. Oz heads towards it.

The side door slides open as he approaches it. Holding the door open is a humanoid with feline features. It has the face shaped like that of a cat's, including the whiskers, and has retractable claws at the tips of its fingers.

RANDALL

Let's move it! We're going to get caught if we remain here any longer!

OZ SHEPHERD

Relax sourpuss.

He dumps the body into the van.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

We got what we came for.

Randall hisses at Oz before slamming the door shut. Oz then runs round to the driver's side and jumps in.

The van pulls away uncontested.

FADE TO:

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - DAY:

SUPER TITLE: FBI HEADQUARTERS 11.00 AM

A young woman, wearing standard suit, walks through a busy office. She approaches a door with frosted glass and knocks on the frame. On the glass, in gold letters is DIRECTOR

DIRECTOR (O.S.)

Come in!

The woman opens the door and steps inside, shutting the door behind her.

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - DIRECTOR'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS:

She stands at attention before the Director's desk. The Director is a man well into his forties. He has white hair and a tired face. He is busy looking through a case folder.

SHANNON CRUZ

Agent Shannon Cruz reporting in sir!

The Director looks up from the folder. He shuts the folder and places it on the desk in front of him.

DIRECTOR

Take a seat Cruz.

SHANNON CRUZ

Yes sir.

She seems hesitant as she sits down on a chair across from the desk.

DIRECTOR

I've been looking over your file Cruz. I can see why it found its way here.

SHANNON CRUZ

Sir, with all due respect. That incident in California was what broke the case. Had I followed procedure by the book the suspect would have gotten away.

The Director grins.

DIRECTOR

That is not why you are here Cruz. Though it is what got you recommended.

Shannon gives him a perplexed look.

The Director turns the folder round with one hand and then slides it towards Shannon.

DIRECTOR (CONT'D)

This case has been forwarded to our office this morning.

Shannon opens up the folder and carefully begins to scan through it. There are several photos of gruesome murders, with the bodies covered up by a shroud.

Amongst the crime scene photos are 5 information sheets of 5 different women.

DIRECTOR (CONT'D)

In the past few weeks, Manhattan has had to deal with what the press dubbed "The Manhattan Mauler". So far he has been connected with five murders, the latest one being this morning. His M.O is the same in all instances.

SHANNON CRUZ

Is this right? The report says all victims were, and I quote, "ripped apart"?

DIRECTOR

As the report says Cruz. As it says.

Shannon closes the folder.

SHANNON CRUZ

I don't understand. Why is the Bureau getting involved in this?

DIRECTOR

Normally we wouldn't. However we're being asked to intervene by the NYPD. During a raid on the last known location of the Mauler, two SWAT teams were assaulted and incapacitated. Some have come to, but none of them are giving the local PD anything viable to work on.

SHANNON CRUZ

They saw nothing?

DIRECTOR

Oh they saw something all right. One team claims it to be a wolfman, while the other insists it was some form of man-cat. Their experience has shaken the NYPD and now the investigation has gone cold again. Maybe with a little help from us they can finally put this all to rest - nonsense, criminals and all.

SHANNON CRUZ

I still don't see where I fit in all this. If anyone of us should take this, it's the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

DIRECTOR

Should the need arise they will be called in. For the time being we need someone to coordinate the investigation and you happen to be just right for the job.

Shannon narrows her eyes suspiciously.

SHANNON CRUZ

And this recommendation has absolutely nothing to do with my actions in Cali?

DIRECTOR

Ms. Cruz. Your methods are what we consider somewhat unorthodox but they do bring in results. Now in most cases I'd be forced to take action against such matters, however in this instance you may have the key characteristic to move things along.

SHANNON CRUZ

So in other words, it's a subtle reprimand.

DIRECTOR

Think of it as a new direction in your career.

SHANNON CRUZ

Fine. I will report in when I reach New York.

INT. MYTH HEADQUARTERS - DAY:

SUPER TITLE: MYTH HQ 11.10 AM

The place has marble floors and white washed walls. Bright lights hang from the ceiling, illuminating the corridors. The whole place is busy.

Human like figures (BROWNIES), about 15 to 17 cms high, run around cleaning; watering the few potted plants; transporting paperwork; etc... Some are holding an erected a ladder that is up along a wall while one at the top is leaning into the ceiling fixture feeding several caged, glowing, hovering spherical insects (WILL O WISPS)

Two metal doors rumble open noisily. Randall emerges, shoving ahead of him a very conscious CHESTER - the former werewolf reverted back to his human form. Chester is a slender figured man with ripped trousers covering his legs. He has short white hair and black eyes. He is also very anxious and confused with his surroundings. Chester has his hand and arms bound by chains. Randall marches Chester over to a primitive jail cell (with bars and a lock).

Oz steps out behind him and watches Randall incarcerate Chester. Shortly after that he removes a pack of cigarettes and matches from his trouser pockets and lights one up.

ILLENA (O.S.)

Ah! What have I told you about smoking indoors?!

A hand snatches the cigarette from Oz's lips. Oz turns round slowly.

Illena is a female elf, has a leafy complexion and long dark black hair. Most of her clothes are made of dead leaves and grass, but she is also wearing a labcoat which seems greatly out of place in contrast. Also in her other hand is a closed case folder.

OZ SHEPHERD

Give me a break Illena. I just bagged you a new pet. The least you could allow me is a tiny drag.

ILLENA

Mr. Shepherd this is a filthy habit of yours which I swore never to advocate! You should do well to dispose of these atrocious things and seek counseling on these matters.

OZ SHEPHERD

Sure thing ma'am. I'll do just that... first thing tomorrow.

Illena sighs in frustration.

ILLENA

Mr. Shepherd, I agreed to wear this foul clothing so as to... how did you put... avoid the risk of contaminating evidence. The least you could do is agree to my request.

OZ SHEPHERD

But hasn't anyone ever told you, you look good in a uniform?

ILLENA

Tomorrow - procedural counseling. You miss it and you get it from me.

She hands the still lit cigarette to a passing by Brownie.

ILLENA (CONT'D)

Dispose of this please.

The brownie nods and continues on his way.

ILLENA (CONT'D)

Now, let us speak with the gentleman you brought in. We still have work to do.

Oz steps back and gestures with his arms in a mocking way for her to lead the way. She ignores him. He then follows her.

Illena gestures to Randall, who is guarding the jail door, to open it. He bows his head and complies.

Illena and Oz step inside. Chester, who is sitting on his bunk, looks up at them. He is scared and confused.

CHESTER

Where have you taken me? I have done nothing wrong.

He then notices Illena's ears and her complexion.

CHESTER (CONT'D)

You're- you're not human! None of you are!

OZ SHEPHERD

Including you pal, or have you happened to forget that you were a werewolf mere moments ago?

CHESTER

Oh god. It's true then... I did turn into it... I was hoping it was all a horrible nightmare.

ILLENA

Are you saying you were not aware of your transformation?

CHESTER

No... and yes. I don't know. It's like I knew it happened; like I didn't feel like myself. But it also felt like it was not happening.

ILLENA

What do you remember last?

OZ SHEPHERD

(Whispers to Illena)

Why are you asking him these questions? I thought we were gonna clarify that he committed those murders?

ILLENA

(Whispers back)

Something doesn't seem right Mr. Shepherd. I will convey any appropriate enquires that I deem fit.

(To Chester)

My apologies for the interruption. Can you please answer the question?

CHESTER

I can't be certain. My head is hazy. But I remember blood. Lots of it.

OZ SHEPHERD

Aw for Christ's sake quit the act already.

He snatches the folder from Illena's hands and opens it up. Inside are documents and head shots of the victims - all except for the recent victim.

He shows the picture of the first victim - a smiling brunette teenager.

OZ SHEPHERD (CONT'D)

Do you remember mauling her?

ILLENA

Mr. Shepherd!

CHESTER

No! I never!

Oz flips the page showing the second victim - an older woman. Maybe in her thirties.

OZ SHEPHERD

How about her?

(Turns the page)

Or her?

(Turns the page)

And her?

ILLENA

Mr. Shepherd enough!

CHESTER

Wait!

Both Illena and Oz stop. Chester is staring at the last picture. It is of a young teenager in her graduation uniform.

FLASHBACK

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT:

The whole apartment is pitch black. The front door is partially open. A hand pushes the door further open. Standing in the doorway is a fully clothed Chester. He is holding a book in his hand.

CHESTER

Sis? Sis you home?

He tries the light. Nothing happens.

CHESTER (CONT'D)

Uh... I got the book you asked for.

He walks in a few steps.

CHESTER (CONT'D)

Sis is everything okay? The front door was open and you're not answering me.

He sees movement up ahead in the darkness. He cautiously proceeds. As he gets closer the sound of chomping and chewing can be heard.

In the darkness is a hunched figure. Light from the open door reflects slightly off a puddle spreading on the floor next to the figure.

CHESTER (CONT'D)

Sis?

The hunched figure spins round and snarls aggressively at Chester.

CHESTER (CONT'D)

Holy!

The werewolf runs on all fours straight at him. It tackles him and brings him to the ground. Chester tries to hold it off of him as it's snapping jaws come close to his face. The werewolf is stronger than him and is gradually overpowering him.

The sound of Chester's frantically heart can be heard. It is beating faster and faster till it is an almost constant sound.

CHESTER'S P.O.V

The sound of his heart drowns out the sound made by the snapping jaws. Then, Chester's sleeves begin to tear as his muscles start to bulge and grey fur rapidly begins to grow.

BACK

INT. MYTH HEADQUARTERS - CONTINUOUS:

CHESTER

That's... that's my sister.

A tear rolls down his cheek.

CHESTER (CONT'D)

That thing killed her.

ILLENA & OZ

Thing?

CHESTER

I thought it was a stray dog at first. Never expected it to be what it was; never thought it would be that strong either.

OZ SHEPHERD

Wait a second, wait a second. Are you saying there was a second werewolf at the scene?

CHESTER

If that is what you call them, then yes.

OZ SHEPHERD

I don't buy it. You were at the latest crime scene and you attacked me.

CHESTER

I... I don't know why. I can't remember. My head hurts.

Illena looks surprised by this news.

ILLENA

Head hurts? In what sense?

CHESTER

Uh... feels like I've been hit by something.

ILLENA

Hit by something?

She gives a sideways glare at Oz.

ILLENA (CONT'D)

Mr. Shepherd would you care to explain why he may be feeling like this?

OZ SHEPHERD

Beats me. You're better off asking me what favorite color he has.

ILLENA

Right or left?

OZ SHEPHERD

Illena, you cannot assume that I had anything to do with it from just a tiny headache.

ILLENA

Right or left?

OZ SHEPHERD

Would it help any if I said it was defensive?

Illena sighs. She walks towards the bars.

ILLENA

Randall, can you please go and fetch me a healer.

RANDALL

Yes miss. Straight away.

She gives another glare at Oz before returning her attention back on to Chester.

ILLENA

Mr...?

CHESTER

(anxiously)

Chester Rivens.

ILLENA

Mr. Rivens. May I ask of you a DNA sample to eliminate you as a suspect?

CHESTER

Uhm... Yes. Go ahead, but uh... what's going to happen to me?

ILLENA

As soon as we know who is responsible for these murders we will let you know.