An American Werewolf in Paris

ANDY

Serafine... Get up, come on...

Andy brushes away the hair from Serafine's face. He feels her neck for a pulse - she has one. But as he takes his hand away, he notices a smudge of BASE MAKE-UP has rubbed off on his fingers. He looks at the back of Serafine's neck and sees that the ma keup had been covering A SCAR. It bears the unmistakable star shape of the wound Andy inflicted on the werewolf that bit him.

Horrified, he stands and backs away a few feet. Serafine opens her eyes, sees him.

serafine

(groggy)

Andy?... What? What is it?

(she sits up, her head clearing)

Andy... are you okay?

andy

It was you... That night in the tunnels. You. You did this to me.

serafine

No I.... Andy, you can't be sure.

andy

That's the scar where I stabbed you! Oh God... You deliberately took me down there so you could... God, I can't believe it!

Serafine gets to her feet, a little unsteadily at first.

serafine

You made me go there. I tried to stop you! You wouldn't listen!

andy

What was I? Your idea of a fuckin' hors d'oeuvre? Huh?

serafine

Shut up! You fucking shut up! What do you want? Huh? What the hell do you want?

She walks over, grabs a steak knife from one of the outside tables at the bistro, and charges at Andy, pulling open her shirt... She offers him the knife, and pounds at her heart.

serafine

Here! Come on! Do it! Go ahead.

andy

What...?

serafine

You know what. Kill me. Cut out my fucking heart. Go on! Do it!

Enraged, Andy takes the knife. He and Serafine lock eyes. For a second he's tempted, his blood boiling, heart pounding.

andy

You're crazy.

He throws the knife aside, turns and walks away.

andy

This is all crazy!

Serafine retrieves the knife and chases after him. She gets in front of him and blocks his path. She holds the knife point to her own chest.

serafine

The drug was a lie, but the legend in the church is true. Ask the undead.

Andy just stares back at her, not knowing what to say. It's all too much to believe. He shakes his head. He tries to go, but she moves in front of him. She's determined.

serafine

We don't both have to die.

andy

(softening)

I couldn't do it. Not to you.

He sees her looking up. He follows her gaze to the FULL MOON. It's getting late. Andy shudders, wipes the sweat from his brow. He's already starting to feel the heat in his blood.

serafine

I can't go through another night. I won't.

Andy takes her hand and guides the knife away from her chest.

andy

I know... I'm already burning up.. Look, I'm not going to go through this another night either. But we still have some time to get Claude. He'll just kill more people, and spread the curse.

She's desperate, tears welling up in her eyes.

serafine

We can't stop him. Not now. Handcuffed, with no kind of weapons. Please Andy...

andy

No. We have to try. We'll figure something out. And if midnight comes before we can get to him, well, then we go together. Deal?

(he extends a cuffed hand)

Shake a paw?

She laughs despite her tears, puts her cuffed hands over his head and hugs him tightly.

serafine

I know where he'll go.

andy

Where?

serafine

Somewhere where there are no police, and plenty to eat.

Andy looks at her. He knows what she's driving at.

cut to:

EXT. PETIT PONT - NIGHT

Leduc and Napier stand on the bridge, which has been blocked off, watching the tow truck drag the charred wreck of the paddy wagon from the river. Ambulances wait nearby. Firemen are still putting out small piles of flaming debris.

napier

(French)

Poor Bazin and Racine. At least they brought those monsters down with them.

Leduc isn't listening- he sees something that makes his face go slack: The paddy wagon emerges from the murky water revealing the open, banged-up back door with several large FIST PRINTS in it. He checks his watch- it's 11:32.

LEDUC

(French- to himself)

Impossible...

(to Napier- urgent)

Get headquarters on the radio.

Napier isn't paid to ask questions. He hops to it.

napier

Right away sir.

cut to:

INT. UNDERGROUND PARTY - NIGHT

Andy and Serafine emerge from the tunnel, wearing grim, determined expressions. The party is in full swing- throbbing beats and sweaty dancing bodies. They walk straight across the dance floor, pushing their way through the crowd. Amongst the variety o f freaky types here, no one raises an eyebrow at two people in handcuffs.

Serafine, who's scanning the room, is approached by a leather clad HIPSTER GUY.

HIPSTER GUY

Serafine, mon belle! Ca va?

He goes to kiss her on both cheeks. Without breaking stride, she puts her handcuffed hands on his face and shoves, sending him reeling.

Serafine points out a gang of four militant skinheads off in a corner. Andy nods and smiles.

andy

This could be fun.

They make their way to the skinheads. Andy walks up to the SKINHEAD LEADER, who's got a swastika tattoo, a bad disposition, and a fifty pound advantage on Andy.

andy

I got something you want. Follow me.

Andy and Serafine walk into A SMALL CHAMBER off the main space. The skinhead signals his mates to come along, slips on some BRASS KNUCKLES, and follows Andy into

THE CHAMBER

The skinheads surround Andy and Serafine. There's no one else in the room. The skinhead leader looks at Andy's handcuffs and sniggers.

skinhead

What do you got, pervert?

ANDY

I got Hitler's dick in a jar. And the funny thing is it's still in Goerring's mouth.

The skinhead turns red with rage and throws a punch at Andy's head. With lightning speed, Andy grabs the skinhead's fist, twists his arm around his back and hurls him across the room. He slams face first into the stone wall and collapses on the floor w ith a THUD.

Simultaneously, the other three skinheads attack. Serafine BASHES one across the face with both fists, sending him to the floor. The other gets her in a headlock from behind. She runs backwards and- SLAM!- crushes him against the wall.

The third skinhead tries to kick Andy in the groin. Andy grabs his boot and flips him over backwards- he actually does a full back flip and lands on his face.

The leader groggily pulls a pistol and aims it at Andy. Andy snatches it out of his hand.

andy

Didn't even have to ask.

serafine

(French)

All your weapons, on the floor! Now!

The skinheads slide out some LEAD PIPES, a SWITCHBLADE, another PISTOL, and an army surplus GRENADE. Andy and Serafine scoop them up, except the lead pipes.

andy

Neo-Nazis. Ya gotta love 'em.

(to the Skinheads)

Merci beau coup, monsieurs.

cut to:

INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT

Music cue: "After Midnight (we're gonna let it all hang out)". Andy's gun is pressed against the chain on Serafine's handcuffs- BANG! The chain is broken. BANG! She returns the favor and his chain is broken.

They walk into the DRIPPING, dank tunnel, away from the party, which fades away in the background. Each carries a pistol and a flashlight. BEADS OF SWEAT appear on their foreheads.

The tunnel tilts downhill. Heavier DRIPPING. They turn a corner and...

SLAM! Something barrels into them- it's a HYSTERICAL GIRL. She's about nineteen and splattered with blood. She SCREAMS uncontrollably. Serafine holds her by the shoulders, trying to calm her.

girl

(French)

Ahhhhhhhh! A monster! My God! It got my boyfriend! Noooooo!

SERAFINE

Ou!? Ou est le monstre!?

girl

Ahhhh! Let me go! Let me gooooo!!

She's off the deep end, flailing at Serafine, who keeps trying to calm her down. There's no time for this. Andy presses his gun to her temple. She shuts up and stares at him with wide, terror stricken eyes.

andy

(calm, firm)

Ou est le monstre?

She points back down the tunnel she came out of.

girl

(French)

Down the stairs.

andy

Merci.

He lets her go. She starts SCREAMING again and continues on, disappearing into darkness. Andy winces and holds his ears.

Serafine

No wonder he let her go.

andy

Really.

They run in the direction she pointed. They arrive at the intersection with A STAIRWAY to the right. They start down it. They see something up ahead- SOMEONE'S HAND is sticking out on the ground from a passage at a landing on the staircase.

serafine

Her boyfriend.

The hand moves a bit, pulls back and disappears into the crossing passage.

ANDy

He's alive. C'mon.

They hurry down to the landing, shine their light into the passage. The hand is severed, and A BIG RAT is dragging it along with some difficulty. A dozen or other rats munch on scraps of flesh scattered over a grisly mess of blood and body parts. Andy and Serafine stare at it for a moment. Suddenly Andy looks away.

andy

God. I can't believe it.

serafine

What?

andy

(disturbed)

It's making me hungry.

A beast HOWL echoes through the tunnels. Serafine shines he flashlight on some bloody beast foot/paw prints leading down the stairs.

They follow the bloody prints down the stairs and come to an ancient ARCHED DOORWAY with a skull set in the arch and a chiseled inscription. Andy points to the inscription.

andy

What does it say?

serafine

(reading)

"Stop! Beyond this passage lie the catacombs of Paris: the exclusive domain of the dead."

Andy gestures back to the bloody remains.

andy

We'll say we're with him.

They walk through the gate and enter

THE CATACOMBS

Andy shines his flashlight around, illuminating two large tunnels which lead into a twisting, intestinal maze, lined from floor to ceiling with HUMAN SKULLS and FEMURS. The bones form the building blocks of the tunnel walls and are arranged in various patterns- from crucifixes to Masonic pyramids and even pentagrams. Ground water seeps from the ceilings and walls, DRIPPING over the eroded, crumbling bones.

Despite the situation, Andy can't help but be dumb struck by the spectacular necropolis.

ANDY

Whoa...

serafine

After the revolution, the Paris cemeteries overflowed. They dug up all the old bodies and brought them here. Seven million people. Mostly very poor.

andy

Pretty stylish digs for a bunch of paupers.

serafine

Well, they are French.

andy

Right.

Another eerie HOWL echoes through the maze. Andy looks down both main tunnels- the howl seems to come from each of them.

ANDY

These tunnels must loop around and connect.

serafine

Let's go from both ends. We'll cut him off.

Andy considers this.

andy

Okay. Be careful.