ACT IIEXT. OCEAN-NIGHT
We open to a shot of a large cargo ship being tossed on the violent waves of the Ocean. A thunderstorm rages in the dark sky.

EXT. SHIP, MAIN DECK
We PAN DOWN to the pilothouse, where we see a MAN standing inside, steering the wheel and piloting the ship on the jagged water.
INT. PILOTHOUSE
The man steering the wheel is old and his hair and beard are greying. This is CAPTAIN MELLOR.
As we CLOSE UP on his weathered face, watching the stormy waters, we see the blurred image of a person come into frame right behind him.
Mellor looks down to check the navigation controls.
MELLOR
Is everything secure?
We ANGLE UP from the floor to see Mellor with his back to us, standing in the background as we FOCUS IN on a knife, blood dripping from it's blade, in the foreground.
Slowly the man (ABEL CARTEZ, mid-thirties, Hispanic) walks towards the captain, blade in hand. He gets right up behind him.
POV. MELLOR
Looking out through the glass. We see the waves CRASHING on the sea, as the slight reflection of the man with a knife appears within the waves
BACK TO SCENE
Mellor turns around to face Cartez, who we see has the hollow black eyes of a man possessed by a demon. Mellor looks at him then-
POV. MELLOR
Looks down at the bloody knife.
BACK TO SCENE
MELLOR
(beat)
I'll take that as a “Yes” then.
CARTEZ
(nods)
Everything is secure.
MELLOR
(looking back to the sea)
Good.
(beat)
Is he still locked up?
CARTEZ
Yes.
MELLOR
Very well. Take the wheel.
Cartez nods.
CLOSE UP on Mellor's face as the demonic black smoke SPEWS from his mouth and TRACK it as it sinks down through the floorboards.
Mellor slouches forward, weak and stunned by what has just happened.
MELLOR
(gasping)
Oh...God...what...what just happened to me?
As Mellor turns around he-
POV. MELLOR
Is greeted with a knife SLASH to the throat by Cartez.
JUMP CUT:
INT. SHIP, LOWER DECKS
We TRACK DOWN a long metal hallway, the sounds of a man SCREAMING can be heard from far in the distance. As we go we see two bloodied bodies lying on the floor, their throats slit.
As we move further down the hallway the SCREAMING gets louder, and louder until we are right outside the main Cargo Hold.
We can hear POUNDING coming from the other side of the door, whoever is in there, they desperately want to be let out.
INT. SHIP, CARGO HOLD
We see ALEX ROSS, a young, athletic, college student BANGING on the cargo hold door, pleading to be let out.
ALEX
(Shouting)
Help! Somebody help me! Let me out of here!
He then leans against the door knowing it's hopeless. He begins to cry.
ALEX
(sobbing)
Please.
Over Alex's shoulder we see the black smoke converge behind him, taking on an unidentifiable shape.
Alex sobs and then senses someone (or rather something) is in the room with him.
CLOSE UP on Alex as he turns around, his eyes widen with fear.
ALEX
Oh Christ! Please, not again.
(screams)
No!!!
POV. ALEX
The black smoke RUSHES towards him, filling the screen with darkness.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ROAD

PULL BACK TO REVEAL the darkness has become the paint job of Dean's Black Impala, as it speeds down the back road.
INT. IMPALA
OLD MAN
Mind if I smoke?
DEAN
Go ahead, just open the window would you?
The Old Man does so, winds down the window and takes out a pack of cigarettes.
OLD MAN
(offering the packet)
Anybody?
SAM
No, no thanks.
DEAN
(shakes head)
Nah, I'm good.
The Old Man lights a cigarette, then turns to look at the Winchesters.
OLD MAN
So tell me boys, why do you hunt?
Dean and Sam are a bit startled by the question.
DEAN
Excuse me?
SAM
(playing dumb)
Hunt? What do you mean, “hunt”?
OLD MAN
Do I look like I was born yesterday son?
SAM
No, but-
OLD MAN
You hunt demons, ghosts, creatures, shadows?
DEAN
And how the hell did you figure that one out?
OLD MAN
(looking around)
Oh come on. The traces of rock salt on the back seat, the rosary beads lying on the floor, and I'm supposed to believe that those aren't weapons clattering around back there in the trunk?
DEAN
No that's....
(looks at Sam)
fishing....equipment..
OLD MAN
Relax kid. I'm not going to tattle to Johnny Lawman, but I just want to know why a couple of guys your age are out hunting nightmares when you should be enjoying your lives.
(beat)
Something happened didn't it, personal tragedy?
DEAN
You could say that.
OLD MAN
I'm still waiting for an answer.
(beat)
Simple question really.
DEAN
(struggling for words)
Well, I...do it because...people need help.
(beat)
They need to be protected from what's really out there in the dark
OLD MAN
(unconvinced)
Is that all there is to it?
DEAN
(defensive)
Yeah...yeah.
POV. OLD MAN
Seeing Dean's eyes in the rear-view mirror looking at him, showing him, in a way, the truth. Dean shakes his head, knowing that he's fooling no one.
BACK TO SCENE
DEAN
No...there's more to it. Part if it boils down to duty and responsibility but mostly because...
(beat)
it gives my life meaning.
The Old Man smiles, he knows that this is the truth.
OLD MAN
And sometimes you worry that one day there'll be nothing left to hunt, and on that day you will have served your purpose in this life?

DEAN
(sighs)
Yeah.
Sam sits there totally shocked by Dean's frank confession.
SAM
Dean I.....I never knew!
DEAN
Maybe because I never said anything.
(beat)
Anyway, can we get back to the story? It suddenly sounds a lot more appealing to me.
The Old Man laughs as he takes one last drag on his cigarette, then flicks it out of the open window.
OLD MAN
In a minute boy. Patience is a virtue. Sam is about to tell me his reasons, aren't you Sam?
SAM
You want to know why I'm doing this?
The Old Man nods.
SAM
(frankly)
Revenge.
OLD MAN
(understanding)
You lost someone close to you, didn't you?
SAM
(looking out the window)
Yeah.
OLD MAN
and it was recent, wasn't it?
Sam nods.
OLD MAN
And that's what drove you back into this life isn't it, vengeance?
Sam says nothing.
OLD MAN
I think I'm beginning to understand. Dean embraces this life while you were dragged back into it.
(beat)
But I'm guessing neither one of you chose this life did you?
DEAN
Is there a point to all this Dr. Ruth?
OLD MAN
Not at all. Sometimes a little evaluation of your life so far is helpful, you know? It helps you sort out your priorities, gives you a bit of perspective.
DEAN
Yeah well that's good and all but I thought you were telling us a story?
The Old Man stares at Dean for a beat.
OLD MAN
A hero with a distinct lack of virtues.
DEAN
What?
OLD MAN
Never mind.
Dean just shrugs.
OLD MAN
Okay then. I take it you've heard of the Knights Templar?
SAM
The order of soldiers formed during the first Crusade?
OLD MAN
(nods)
The very same.
FLASH CUT:
EXT. JERUSALEM (Circa 1118 A.D.)
PAN ACROSS a long line of ancient knights all dressed in the same chain mail ringlets, their armour covered by a white habit, bearing a red cross, as they prepare to advance on their enemy.
OLD MAN (V.O.)
The knights Templar were an army to be reckoned with. When it came to battle-
JUMP CUT: TRACK the line of knights as they CHARGE at their foes, swords in hand, BELLOWING war cries that fill the dark air.
OLD MAN (V.O.) (CON'T)
they were the first to attack-
JUMP CUT:
POV. ENEMY SOLDIER
As a huge sword comes SWINGING into view about to take the guy's head clean off with one swift SLICE!
OLD MAN (V.O.) (CON'T)
and the last to retreat.
ANGLE DOWN to see the Templars HACKING their way through the battle, making light work of their enemy. We PAN UP to the dark sky and
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. IMPALA
DEAN
(grinning)
All right. First to attack, last to retreat. Sounds like my kinda people.
OLD MAN
As well as being knights many of the Templars were also devout monks, who became celibate once they were accepted into the fold.
SAM
(stifles a laugh)
I, uh...wouldn't fill out that application for membership just yet Dean.
Dean shoots Sam a real “Ha ha very funny” kind of look.
OLD MAN
(solemn)
You wouldn't get in anyway.
(beat)
The Templars were destroyed in 1307.
DEAN
By what? Must have been something real powerful to topple an army like that.
OLD MAN
It was.
(beat)
And it wasn't human either.
Dean and Sam exchange a glance.
SAM
But if I know my history, the Templars were destroyed in a power struggle with the Pope and the ruling monarchs of the time. What does this have to do with the spearhead and the supernatural?
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OLD MAN
History is a funny thing. Unless you were there to witness it firsthand, you only have the opinions of a few people who bothered to keep a journal through the ages. Such books and accounts can never give you the whole story.
The Old Man looks at Sam
OLD MAN
As for the spearhead, well, through a combination of secrecy and sheer blind luck, the spearhead was kept safe, constantly moving around the land. Eventually it was buried under the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, the future headquarters of the knights Templar.
DEAN
But you said the Templars were destroyed?
OLD MAN
They were.
(beat)
They were destroyed because they were an obstacle to a man who craved the power of the Templars more than anything in the world. His name was Philip The Fair.
(beat)
Which brings us to the supernatural aspect.
FLASH CUT:
INT. ROYAL PALACE, FRANCE (circa 1307)
We MOVE down a long hallway into a-
INT. THRONE ROOM
Large room, adorned with Gothic trappings and designs. We MOVE up to the centre of the room where we see a young man, handsome, yet carrying an air of malevolence about him.
OLD MAN (V.O.) (CON'T)
Philip the Fair or to give him his full title: King Philip IV of France.
(beat)
The man who almost single-handedly wiped out the Templars.
Hold on a close up of Philip's face for a beat.
MAN (O.S.) (translate)
Sire! Sire!
Philip looks up at the man, a small, meek-looking individual who acts as the Palace Jailer.
PHILIP (translate)
What is it?
JAILER
Sire! The prisoner! He asked to speak with you!
Philip smiles.

PHILIP
Has he?
INT. PALACE DUNGEON
Philip walks through the dank cavernous corridor with the Jailer at his side, followed by two Royal guards.
JAILER
He has withstood all hardships we have put to him, and yet, he speaks only of God and refuses all charges of heresy.
PHILIP
Did you ask him about the relic?
JAILOR
I did. That's when he demanded to speak with you in person Sire.
The Jailer hobbles on ahead and unlocks a large wooden door. Philip stops for a moment
PHILIP
(stern)
I want to speak with him alone.
JAILER
(shocked)
Majesty! I cannot allow that.
Philip grabs the Jailer by his throat and lifts him clear off the ground!
PHILIP
Let me be clear. As the ruling Monarch I decide what is to be allowed and I alone. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a peasant that locks and unlocks doors in this dank prison.
Philip brings the Jailer's face only inches from his own.
PHILIP
Never, ever, forget your place here.
JAILER
(struggling for breath)
S-Sire I can...not breathe!
Philip simply throws the man hard against the cavernous wall. We watch as he slumps to the floor, his head covered in blood.
Philip turns to address the two guards standing to attention (and visibly afraid).
PHILIP
I will speak to the prisoner alone.
(looking at the Jailer)
Take him away.
The guards nod and begin to drag the Jailer's body away.
CLOSE UP on Philip grinning as he enters the room.
INT. TORTURE ROOM
Philip stares across the darkness to see a man, battered and beaten, his body covered with horrific cuts and bruises, tied to a large wooden rack.
PHILIP
You wanted to speak with me? I hope you have good news for me.
(beat)
For your sake.
The man on the rack tries to laugh but doing so only causes him to convulse and cough up blood.
PHILIP
(sympathetic)
You're in pain. I can feel it from over here, but tell me what I want to know and I can make that pain vanish forever, in an instant.
The man looks at Philip, disgusted, and turns away.
Philip begins to walk over to the man.
POV. PHILIP
Looking at the man's scarred and bloodied body.
PHILIP
(shakes his head)
Such cruelty, and yet, in this day and age it seems so rampant. Everywhere you go there's one faction of humanity waging a war, Holy or otherwise, on another. So much pain, so much suffering, so much death.
(beat)
Makes me glad to be alive.
Philip grins a wicked grin at his prisoner, before leaning in close to whisper in his ear.
PHILIP
You will tell me where the relic is and you will do so with haste.
He pulls back slightly to meet the man's gaze with his own eyes.
PHILIP (CON'T)
Because I promise you, all that you have endured up to this point will be as nothing compared to what I can do to you. And I can do so many things, hurt you in ways the most malicious minds of your race have yet to dream up.
The man looks at Philip both defiant and afraid.
MAN
Non...timebo...mala!
Philip smiles.
PHILIP
Oh I assure you, once I'm finished with you, not only will you
fear evil but you will bow to it.
Philip reaches across to the rack's wooden lever.
PHILIP
Now tell me-
He pulls the lever sharply, the man SCREAMS in agony.
PHILIP (CON'T)
where is the relic?
Close up on Philip's eyes, burning bright yellow; the eyes of the demon! As the sounds of the man's SCREAMS fill the air.
MAN (O.S.)
(screaming)
Non timebo mala! Non timebo mala!
Slowly we FADE TO the eyes of Alex Ross, standing on the deck of the boat in the middle of a stormy ocean.
PRESENT DAY
Cartez stands behind him.
ALEX
How far are we from Maine?
CARTEZ
A few hours.
ALEX
(smiles)
There's no rush.
(beat)
Time is a luxury our side can afford.
CARTEZ
I take it things went well at the Vatican?
Alex grins.
ALEX
As expected.
(beat)
We're on the threshold, standing at the edge of a new age.
(beat)
A true age of darkness.
POV. ALEX
Watching the waves CRASH against the stormy backdrop.
BACK TO SCENE
CARTEZ
Sir, there's something I've been meaning to ask you, it's about your “vessel”.
ALEX
This body?
CARTEZ
You favour it pretty exclusively, why?
ALEX
Ah. You haven't possessed many humans in your time have you?
Cartez shakes head.

ALEX
You will learn that some bodies fit so perfectly that they can actually augment your powers instead of restricting them.
POV. ALEX
Looking down at his hands.
BACK TO SCENE
ALEX
This is one such body. It amplifies my powers without diminishing my energy. In my lifetime I have only encountered one other like it, and that was during the 1300s.
(smiles)
I used that “vessel” to wipe out the great Knights Templar.
Alex smiles at Cartez.
ALEX
When you grow older you will learn to appreciate bodies like this, they're quite hard to find.
CARTEZ
If the body fits...
ALEX
(smiling)
Exactly.
Hold on a close up of Alex's glowing yellow eyes, reflecting the dark tempest of the sea.
OLD MAN (V.O.)
His real name is Azazel.
(beat)
and he's one bad son of a bitch!