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1. The Unicorn of Death
2. The Kidnap
3. The Rescue
4. Night of Terror
5. Skies of Death
6. Caverns of Chaos
7. The Dungeon of Death
8. Vulkar's Revenge
Unfilmed - The Games
Episode Four
Night of Terror
Act 1
Act 2
Act 3
Act 4
Script Act 1
Script Act 2
Script Act 3
Script Act 4
Night of Terror
Written by Bill Richmond
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
SCENE 27
INT. CASTLE KARNAJ - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS ACTION)
Greystone pulls Ariel out of the way of Marko's charge. Lightning and thunder are still crashing, Ariel is screaming and Greystone is yelling. Marko brings his sword down heavily, just missing him. Greystone boots him in the rear end and pushes Ariel further away from the fight.
GREYSTONE
Marko, stop kidding around! Somebody could get hurt!
Marko, bellowing a ferocious war cry, turns and attacks again, dealing a mighty blow to Greystone's sword. He is like a wild uncontrollable animal.
ARIEL
(approaching sternly, hands on hips)
Have you been drinking?
GREYSTONE
Stay back!
Greystone pushes her out of the way. Marko knocks a vase to smithereens with his next blow.
GREYSTONE
Marko!
Marko lunges and Greystone dodges, pushing Marko until the vassal falls and rolls away. Ariel runs back to clutch at Greystone.
ARIEL
You can't kill him!
GREYSTONE
I’ve gotta do something! He's gone wacko!
Marko gets up swinging his sword, advancing on them ominously.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
I'll try and stun him!
Greystone thrusts Ariel out of the way again. He deflects one blow with his sword and ducks another, leaning back into the enormous empty fireplace as Marko’s sword hits the wall above the hearth.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Marko, this is not funny!
With effort, Greystone manages to kick Marko away while the vassal’s sword is still pressed against the wall above the fireplace. As Greystone moves to advance on Marko, Ariel gets in his way. He grabs her by the shoulder and pushes her roughly onto a sheet-covered couch.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Stay down!
He gets back into battle stance, sword at the ready, as Marko lunges again.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Marko, cut it out!
Marko’s blow forces Greystone to fall back on the same couch the shrieking Ariel is huddled upon. As Marko dives for the death-blow, his stomach touches Greystone’s upraised sword. While Greystone and Ariel scream, Marko disappears in a flash of sparks and a puff of smoke.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Marko!
More lightning and THUNDER crashes, accompanied by the obligatory Karnaj cackle, as the camera zooms in on the painting of Karnaj over the fireplace.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Marko! Marko, I didn’t mean . . .
There is a long silence as Greystone and Ariel, still sitting on the couch, look around and try to figure out what just happened.
ARIEL
(to the painting, in a shrill, accusatory tone)
What's going on here?
SCENE 28
ANGLE ON KARNAJ PAINTING
As we zoom in on the painting, there is a bolt of lightning and clap of THUNDER, and more maniacal laughter.
SCENE 29
BACK TO SCENE
GREYSTONE
(grimly, clenching his sword)
I'm starting to get the picture.
ARIEL
(still glaring at the painting)
And it's not a pretty one, right?
GREYSTONE
Right. It's part of the legend. A trusted pet is killed, so a trusted friend will kill.
ARIEL
Oh, I hate those riddles. Like the one where one man gets off the coach and three get on and all that, and then you're supposed to guess the name of the coachman?
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
It’s Ralph. But that’s not important right now.
Puzzled, Ariel silently mouths the name “Ralph.” Erik cranks up his intensity.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Listen to me. You must trust no one.
ARIEL
Not even you?
GREYSTONE
I guess. We're talking heavy wizardry here. Let's not take a chance.
ARIEL
You got it.
GREYSTONE
Okay. Come on, let’s find our way out of here.
He grasps her arm to help her off the couch, but Ariel resists.
ARIEL
No.
GREYSTONE
(completely taken aback)
What?
ARIEL
How do I know it's you?
GREYSTONE
I don't think I’d change that fast.
ARIEL
You don't know that.
GREYSTONE
You're right.
He sighs, clenches his sword a little tighter, and thinks how to humor her until hit with a sudden inspiration.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Ask me something.
ARIEL
All right. What's the capital of Camarand?
GREYSTONE
Oh Ariel, everybody knows that! Ask me something only I would know.
ARIEL
Oh, I get it. Okay, what color underwear are you wearing?
GREYSTONE
(about to burst a blood vessel; hissed through clenched teeth)
Ar-i-el!
ARIEL
Oh, oh, okay. Um . . . I've got one. What did we have to eat at our picnic?
GREYSTONE
(with a triumphant grin)
Carpacca salad!
ARIEL
(throwing her arms around him)
It's you . . . it's you!
GREYSTONE
(pulling back slightly)
Only one problem. Every picnic has carpacca salad.
ARIEL
Oh. I'll work on it. Let’s get outta here.
GREYSTONE
Right. Come on!
He helps her off the couch, and they move offscreen as we cut to . . .
SCENE 30
INT. BLACKPOOL CASTLE GAME ROOM - NIGHT
Close-up on a goblet in front of Blackpool, who is still seated at the Barkin table, staring out into space in stoned and stony silence. Vector, a wine bottle in one hand and a goblet in the other, is staggering behind him.
VECTOR
. . . So the second lightning hawk said to the first lightning hawk, "If I could fly that way, I wouldn't need takama powder."
Bending down, Vector laughs heartily at his joke right in Blackpool’s ear. Blackpool winces and starts slightly at the noise. Vector pours more wine into his goblet and takes a gulp.
BLACKPOOL
I don't get it.
VECTOR
You had to be there.
BLACKPOOL
I do remember your lightning hawks, though . . . delicious.
This last word is whispered in a tone of gourmet ecstasy.
VECTOR
(incredulous and more than a bit repulsed)
You ate one of my lightning hawks?
BLACKPOOL
(smiling fondly at the memory, subtly licking his lips)
Yes.
VECTOR
Why? I conjured those up from the remains of some of the foulest beasts in the Forest of Doom.
BLACKPOOL
How are you going to know whether you like something if you don't try it?
Swallowing his rising gorge with difficulty, Vector lurches back to his seat and returns both goblet and bottle to the tabletop.
VECTOR
It's your move.
Blackpool ignores him, taking a generous swig straight from his wine bottle, then thumping it down on the table.
BLACKPOOL
(frowning)
You know, Vector, I'm not enjoying the death of Greystone and Ariel as much as I should.
VECTOR
Why not?
BLACKPOOL
(still frowning, blinking owlishly)
Well, I suppose it’s as you said. You really have to be there. When I roasted General Rankoor on a spit . . . alive . . .
Vector swallows hard, clearly nauseated.
BLACKPOOL
(continuing)
. . . I enjoyed that. But here we have Greystone dying in some old castle someplace, and I'm . . . sitting here looking at you . . .
Vector stares at him, the plotting gears in his brain clearly beginning to turn.
BLACKPOOL
(continuing)
. . . and that . . . silly hat. I mean, where's the pleasure?
VECTOR
(leaning in close)
If I had my monocle, I could bring them both here right now and show you their rotting corpses . . . right here . . . right now.
BLACKPOOL
Does the phrase, 'fat chance' mean anything to you, Vector?
VECTOR
(leaning back, disappointed)
As I said, it's your move, my lord.
Blackpool stares down at the game, does his best to focus his eyes, and makes a move up the pyramid with one of the pieces. Vector sets his drink down heavily, smiles triumphantly, and pushes up his sleeve. Standing up, he grasps one of his pieces and moves it around the pyramid, knocking off the other pieces, then on up and finally to the top. Slamming it into place with both hands, he leers over at Blackpool in drunken, unsteady triumph.
VECTOR
(continuing, his voice a slurred rasp)
Barkin!!
Blackpool leans back, wincing slightly at the violence of Vector’s movements and looking up at the wizard in affronted indignation.
VECTOR
(continuing, eyes alight with glee)
You owe me a million kolnas!
BLACKPOOL
So, I owe you.
He shrugs slightly, a picture of wounded dignity.
BLACKPOOL
(continuing)
I'm good for it.
VECTOR
(with an ingratiating grin, clearly wanting his cash)
Fast pay makes fast friends, my lord!
BLACKPOOL
(angrily)
Don’t you trust me, Vector?
VECTOR
Why, I never said that . . .
He trails off and laughs nervously.
BLACKPOOL
(smirking wickedly)
I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what.
He gets up, leaning in to stand nearly nose-to-nose with Vector.
VECTOR
Hmm?
BLACKPOOL
Let’s play for greater stakes.
VECTOR
(clearly suspicious)
What do you mean?
BLACKPOOL
One more game . . . double or nothing . . . for the monocle.
He holds it under the astonished Vector’s nose enticingly. It glows blue and emits an electric hum.
VECTOR
(trying to hide his glee; his voice shaking)
The monocle?!
BLACKPOOL
And that silly hat.
Vector’s eyes roll upwards, apparently contemplating the black skullcap on his head.
VECTOR
(eyes alight, voice harsh)
You're on!
Vector leans back to sit down, but misses his chair, knocking over his winning Barkin piece and falling out of camera range with a fleshy thud.
CUT TO:
SCENE 31
INT. CASTLE KARNAJ - NIGHT
Greystone and Ariel are making their way down a long, dark corridor, each holding torches to light the way.
ARIEL
I don’t think we should’ve come this way. I think we should’ve turned right at the top of the stairs.
GREYSTONE
That goes deeper into the castle.
ARIEL
(indignantly)
You don't know everything.
GREYSTONE
I knew enough not to come in here in the first place.
Ariel stops and glares at him.
ARIEL
Then why did you?
He grasps her arm and looks deeply into her eyes.
GREYSTONE
Because I didn't want anything to happen to you.
ARIEL
(smiling adoringly)
You're a doll.
GREYSTONE
Thanks.
A breeze from down the hall blows the torches.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
See? That came from down there! Maybe it’s a window, or a door . . . a way out! I'll go check.
ARIEL
Be careful!
GREYSTONE
I will. You stay here.
She nods, then clutches at his arm.
ARIEL
Erik, I'm scared. What if you don't come back? What should I do?
GREYSTONE
I haven't the slightest idea.
ARIEL
Well. You’re honest.
GREYSTONE
Now, no matter what happens . . . don’t move from this spot.
ARIEL
I won’t.
Placing his hand on his sword, Greystone starts down the corridor and prepares to open a door. Ariel waits in the eerie light of her torch, fidgeting and pacing in a tight circle. Apruptly, we hear the voice of Lattinia as her ghostly apparition fades into view a few yards away, in the direction Ariel and Greystone have just left.
LATTINIA
Ariel . . . Ariel . . .
Ariel turns and looks back down the hall towards the beckoning Lattinia.
ARIEL
Mommy! You're here!
As she is about to move toward Lattinia, Greystone sees what’s happening. He charges back down the hall towards Ariel.
GREYSTONE
Ariel! Don’t go any further!
Ariel turns and looks at him, perplexed, and then suddenly falls through a trapdoor in the floor. dropping her torch.
SCENE 32
BEDROOM
Screaming, Ariel falls in slow motion through a black void, landing heavily on an ornate red velvet bed in the middle of an equally ornate bedroom.
SCENE 33
BACK TO SCENE
Lattinia smiles angelically, a dagger appearing from a flash of blue light in her hand. She shrieks like a banshee and comes charging at Greystone with the dagger upraised. He holds out the torch to defend himself from the blade. As Lattinia runs into the flame, she disappears in a puff of smoke. Lightning, thunder, and maniacal laughter follow. Greystone looks around frantically.
CUT TO:
SCENE 34
INT. CASTLE KARNAJ - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Ariel sits up and adjusts her hat, clearly stunned. She looks around furtively, and gasps at the sight which meets her eyes.
SCENE 35
DIFFERENT ANGLE
Blackpool is standing in the semi-darkness, leaning one arm against the wall.
BLACKPOOL
(suavely, with just a hint of menace)
Hi.
SCENE 36
BACK TO SCENE
ARIEL
You!
Narrowing her eyes, she smiles with satisfaction.
ARIEL
(continuing)
I should have known you were behind all of this.
Blackpool descends the stairs and approaches the bed.
BLACKPOOL
Not true, child. It was Vector. He’s gotten completely out of control.
ARIEL
(her voice dripping skepticism)
Sure, sure!
Ariel rises to her knees on the bed, scooting away.
BLACKPOOL
(getting angry and impatient)
I am here to help you out. Trust me.
Ariel stands up on the bed defiantly, arms straight at her sides.
ARIEL
Never!
BLACKPOOL
As you wish. Spend the rest of the night here, if you want to. I'm sure it's been most enjoyable up 'til now.
He stalks away and starts to leave.
ARIEL
Wait!
Blackpool pauses by the door, half-turning, a calculating smirk on his face. Ariel begins to climb down from the bed.
How do I know you're the real Blackpool, and not one of those crazies?
BLACKPOOL
I don't know what you mean.
ARIEL
Oh, come on, you do, too. If you're who you say you are, prove it.
BLACKPOOL
How?
ARIEL
Say something in Blackpool.
BLACKPOOL
(exasperated)
Like what?
ARIEL
Oh, like how you get your jollies from torturing people.
Blackpool descends back down the stairs and approaches her slowly. His voice and manner ooze a sadistic sensuality.
BLACKPOOL
Oh, you mean like chaining someone to the floor . . . and walking all over their writhing body . . . with my spiked boots?
He winks.
ARIEL
Yeah, you're Blackpool all right.
BLACKPOOL
Then let me take you away from all this.
ARIEL
Boy, I've heard that one before.
BLACKPOOL
Now!
ARIEL
How do I know you're not going to do something bad?
BLACKPOOL
Why would I lie?
ARIEL
With you, it's probably a hobby.
BLACKPOOL
But you don't have a lot of choices, do you, my little one?
ARIEL
I guess not. What about Erik?
BLACKPOOL
One at a time. Come.
He walks toward her, hand extended. Ariel closes the remaining distance between them, placing her hand in his. He bends as if to kiss her hand, then suddenly grabs her by the throat and begins choking her violently. She screams and strikes at his arms to no avail. Finally, she reaches up to her hat. The camera zooms in for a closeup as she extracts a hatpin and jabs it into Blackpool’s chest. He vanishes in a puff of smoke, as thunder, lightning, and the obligatory maniacal laughter fill the room once again. She glares at the spot where he disappeared.
ARIEL
Liar!
CUT TO:
SCENE 37
INT. CASTLE KARNAJ - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Greystone is still in the hallway from the previous scene, looking for Ariel. Ariel’s torch burns on the floor.
GREYSTONE
(calling)
Ariel!
He turns towards the nearest door and flings it open with a war cry, trying to look around with his torch. It is apparently too dark inside to see. He finally draws his sword, drops his torch,and charges bravely forward into the darkness.
SCENE 38
ANOTHER ANGLE
We see him fall, screaming, in SLOW MOTION out into the same black void which claimed Ariel.
CUT TO:
SCENE 39
BEDROOM - NIGHT
This is the same bedroom Ariel fell into, and Greystone does the same landing on the bed, his sword still clenched in his hand. He turns to see Ariel cowering and whimpering in the corner.
GREYSTONE
Ariel, are you all right?
ARIEL
I don't know!
After a bit of thrashing around, Greystone sits up on the edge of the bed.
GREYSTONE
What do you mean, 'I don't know'?
ARIEL
I don't know if that's you.
GREYSTONE
Well, of course it's me. Who else would it be?
He resheaths his sword and then pauses, the realization sinking in.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.
He sighs, crosses his arms, and tries to think.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Well, I know what we had for lunch today.
ARIEL
(accusingly)
Of course you do. You were there!
He points his index finger at her, lecture-style.
GREYSTONE
This isn’t me, if I wasn’t there.
ARIEL
(her voice breaking; starting to cry)
I get so confused!
He holds up his hands, palm outwards, in a “calm down” gesture.
GREYSTONE
(soothing her; speaking very slowly and distinctly)
Now, now, now, now, now, now. I know we went on a picnic.
ARIEL
And we had carpacca salad?
GREYSTONE
And your dog, Woje, was there.
Encouraged, Ariel begins to move toward him.
ARIEL
And you didn't like being in the woods near this castle.
GREYSTONE
And you hate wrinkles.
ARIEL
(relieved and delighted)
And you're the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life!
Greystone rises from the bed and puts his arms around her.
GREYSTONE
And you're a very beautiful princess.
ARIEL
And we’re all alone.
GREYSTONE
No one else around.
ARIEL
Getting acquainted.
They kiss passionately. Ariel's hat falls off as Greystone tilts her head back.
GREYSTONE
I guess we're really us.
ARIEL
We better be.
GREYSTONE
Yeah.
He kisses her again. Behind Greystone we see Ariel stab him with her hatpin. He immediately lets go of her and staggers back against the bed, confused and in pain.
GREYSTONE
(continuing)
Ouch! What did you do that for?
ARIEL
(laughing)
Just checking.
She backs away from him, playing coy.
ARIEL
(continuing)
Oh, now, don’t be mad, I didn’t mean it. I was just making a little joke.
She bends down to retrieve her hat.
SCENE 40
ANOTHER ANGLE
Greystone, shaking his head, rubs his back in pain. Suddenly, in a puff of smoke, he is pulled up and OUT OF THE SHOT. Immediately, another Greystone pops INTO THE SHOT. Ariel stands up, replacing her hat on her head, unaware of the switch.
ARIEL
Let's kiss and make up again. That was fun!
She freezes, aghast. With a puff of smoke, the fiendishly grinning Greystone's head has begun to spin, Exorcist-style, and he laughs evilly. There is a bolt of lightning and clap of THUNDER, and Ariel screams madly.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
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