Darkness, BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAMS. Presentation credits roll as we
FADE UP ON:
INT. HOSPITAL, INNER-CITY TRAUMA WARD - NIGHT
It's 1967, the Summer of Love and --
BOOM! Entry doors swing open as PARAMEDICS wheel in a FEMALE BLEEDER,
VANESSA (20s, black, nine months pregnant). She's deathly pale,
spewing founts of blood from a savagely slashed throat --
A SHOCK-TRAUMA TEAM swarms over her, inserting a vacutainer into an
artery to draw blood, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her
She's not breathing!
The RESPIRATORY THERAPIST feeds an endotracheal tube down the woman's
ruined throat, attaches that to an Amblu bag --
Blood-pressure's forty and falling --
The woman starts spasming violently. It takes three staff members
just to hold her down.
Jesus, her water's broken --
(calling for help)
She's going into uterine contractions --
CAMERA PUSHES IN on the woman as she bolts upright, SCREAMING to wake
the dead. We PLUNGE INTO the darkness of her mouth and find
INSIDE HER BLOODSTREAM
The sound of a HEART BEATING, pounding as we whip-snake through --
floating in amber plasma. Erythrocytes, leukocytes, neutrophils and
The rhythmic expansion of the artery walls, pulsing with each
successive surge of blood as the HEART BEATS FASTER AND FASTER,
taking us --
A CHILD, alive but unborn, shifting in a sea of amniotic fluid,
surrounded by the white, protective substance known as vernix
caseosa. The HEARTBEAT races like a locomotive now. The unborn child
shifts, turns its head towards us --
-- and opens its eyes.
cleaving the darkness, radiant light slicing across gleaming Damascus
steel. Words acid-etched in the weapon's fine-tempered surface:
Main credits end.
EXT. INNER CITY, INDUSTRIAL GHETTO - NIGHT
A decaying no man's land populated by condemned buildings and HUNGRY
HOMELESS. Steam rises from manhole covers, drifting across the
litter- lined streets. Suddenly --
A black Mercedes 850 appears over the crest of a hill, ROARING past
us, stereo system belting out FILTER.
INT. MERCEDES - NIGHT
Raquel, a wasp-wasted woman, sits behind the wheel. 20s, rich,
sickeningly attractive. Hungry eyes.
Squirming around in the passenger seat is DENNIS, a model/actor boy-
toy with a sub-zero IQ and a "f*ck me sideways" grin.
So where we going?
It's a surprise.
I likes surprises.
Raquel eyeballs Dennis -- "if looks could devour".
What do you have down there, little
Raquel slides a manicured hand up his thigh, squeezes his groin.
Dennis MOANS. She pulls her hand away, downshifts.
EXT. VACANT LOT - NIGHT
The 850 threads a narrow alley into a vacant lot, BRAKES hard. Raquel
and Dennis climb out. She leads him into --
EXT. MEAT PACKING PLANT - NIGHT
Industry never sleeps, and certainly not this grisly facility. Raquel
leads Dennis around the back of the plant, where a host of WORKERS
are loading refrigerated trucks with product.
What the f*ck are we doing here?
Raquel just smiles, heads on into the plant via a loading door. The
workers ignore her.
INT. MEAT PACKING PLANT - NIGHT
Dennis follows Raquel through the bowels of the plant, catching
glimpses here and there of carcasses being rendered or hacked apart.
Through one partially open door we see what might be a line of
BODYBAGS being trundled into the back of a truck via a hook and chain
pulley-system. But Dennis doesn't have enough time to be disturbed by
the vision, because he's being pulled away by Raquel, led down --