Witchblade Fanscript, This is what I would do with the Witchblade film Options

[jaymes_e06]

We all know that the Witchblade movie has been put on a standstill until they get a proper script. This is an exert of a fanscript/outline from a script I made recently. Tell me what you think!



Proposal for Witchblade Movie

Fade In:
Darkness… empty space. Desolate. A void of nothingness… Out of the void you begin to see the shimmer of a white light that illuminates into a golden shine that changes into a orangish red glow that grows brighter and brighter in illumination until the light engulfs the screen enough to see the jewel encrusted gauntlet made of a strange looking organic metal causing the anomaly. As soon as you see it completely the picture cuts out.

Cut To:
Text scroll up as it does a voice over of a wise old Chinese man saying the words:

“There is a legend of a powerful artifact, The Weapon of the Ages, born of both good and evil, the darkness and the light, and is said to balance them, but is it the hand of God that guides it or that of The Devil?”

Fade in:
A graphic with the name “Witchblade” on it.

Enter Title Sequence

New York: The Upper East Side
A penthouse suite that belongs to the infamous Kenneth Irons. He stands erect, poised, in the living area with large floor to sealing length windows. His presences regal, for he is richest man in the world. He looks out of the windows of his luxuriously lavish suite at the millions bustling below in pity; They will never be able to partake in such a an existence as his. He is the richest and most powerful man in the world and what do men with great power want more than anything?

More power.

As he watches the millions of “ants” squirming below he strokes an incased glass container, though what’s inside it is unseen, although whatever is inside is made of a strange organic metal. He fondles the case looking at what is inside as if it where his beloved, It is his precious more so than any possession he has in the world, and he has many. This is something more valuable than valuables; this is power.

V.O. A woman’s voice: I always wanted to be a hero… like Hercules or Beowulf from the old legends.

Manhattan: Police Headquarters:
At the police precinct’s workout gym a raven haired, uniquely featured, and gorgeously beautiful young woman, with a fiery presence, aggressively beats on a punching bag bare knuckle. Her fingers trickle down fresh crimson blood with each new blow to the bag.

V.O. A woman’s voice: Never was into the comic super heroes though. The thing about comic books is most of the superheroes have no flaws like Superman. He is perfect with all those Jesus like parallels no thanks, not for me, hence why I’ve always loved the old school legend heroes because even the Gods made mistakes back then I mean Hercules wasn’t exactly made by immaculate conception here not to mention Zues, the God of all Gods and father of Hercules, did have a wife up in the heavens, Athena. But still in almost every hero legend the our antagonist has one common flaw: Their arrogance.

The woman beating on the punching bag gains the attention of the blond, Californian, golden skinned bleached blond, fledgling detective, Jake McCarthy, who can‘t help but be attracted to this force of nature of a woman. He comes over with an ear to ear smile and obviously trying to flirt he tries to start up a conversation with “Hey I’m Jake McCarthy what’s your name?” to which he is only met with contempt and silence by the woman. He begins again, obviously not used to being rejected by anyone, and again she replies with only cold silence. Angered by this blow to his ego and self-esteem he exclaims loudly “I just wanted to know your name you don’t have to be such a bitch!”

He has her attention now. She says “What did you say?“ some other police officers chuckle in the background at the newbie’s “idiocy” while others seriously get scared for Jake, while other just got scared for themselves and leave; A few comically looking at their watches simultaneously quipping “Well… time to go.“

Jake, not knowing what he’s in for, repeats everything just as he said it moments earlier to the dark haired woman before him only annunciating each word as if his speech was slurred “I-Just-Wanted-To-Know-Your-Name-You-Don’t-Have-To-Be-Such-A-Bit---“ but he is unable to finish the word because by then he was on the floor holding a bloody nose. Sara glares over him with the weapon responsible of Jakes bruised face as well as his ego, her right fist balled up tightly stained red like Jakes face. One of the laughing policemen in the background answers the question that got Jake into all this mess in the first place. He sarcastically adds with a comical grin “That’s Sara Pezzini!”

Sara then nonchalantly walks back to where she was and continues her rampage on the punching bag.

A beat, “Sara!“ echoes in the run down old work out gym and is called out by the weathered voice of a older man. It’s a voice Sara knows all to well, her superiors voice, Lieutenant Joe Siry. She recoils. For although she would never admit it if asked, he’s the only person who can ever really scare her. Sara turns to see a salt and peppered, balding, middle aged man in the doorway crossing his arms disapprovingly. She gives a sigh and finally stops hitting the punching bag.

Joe Siry’s office:
He starts to yell at her for a bit about “beating up his new officers.” but then tells her he understands that she is just feeling sad about what happened to her friend Maria. He reminds her his best friend died tragically also, to which Sara doesn’t engage or make eye contact with him when he starts talking about it. Sensing her uncomfortable coldness he changes the subject to something more general and says he feels she‘s getting “reckless” and that “scares him.”

The best friend Joe was referring to was in fact her father, Detective Pezzini Sr., he was Joe’s partner back in the day, but was gunned down in the line of duty when Sara was only six years old right before Sara and Joe‘s own eyes, she feels bad for giving Joe a hard time because for all intensive purposes Joe became her surrogate father in a lot of ways after hers died, same with his wife who became like a mother to Sara when Sara‘s Mother passed away of cancer soon after her fathers demise. Joe‘s wife, Nancy, just recently died of the same disease. Sara knows that this man has felt everything she is feeling so she gives in. She promises that she won’t beat up on Jake anymore but he’s got to “Stop being such a douche bag.”

Joe soon starts talking about Jake and how he isn’t that bad of a guy and says that “As his own form of personal punishment” he wants to have her be Jake’s attending officer and partner when her current one transfers. She just looks at him dumbfounded. He then realizes she had no idea her partner was leaving. She leaves Joe’s office quickly without another word obviously rather shaken. Joe tries to stop her from leaving but she is already gone.

Sara’s Office
Sara walks into her office with her partner, Michael Yee, a good looking, long noir haired (which he wears in a long pony tail) and nicely dressed Asian man sitting at his desk directly across from hers. He, seeing something’s wrong asks her if she’s alright to which she answers nonchalantly and dismissingly “I’m fine. ” Changing the subject she asks “You got the place?” He answers “Got it. “Snitchy McSnitcherson” says ’hey’ by the way.” She see’s a Rastafarian white male, with blond dreads and all, walking out of the interrogation room. He gives Sara a smile and a wave. She nods his way. Sara and Michael comically tilt their heads simultaneously at him in confusion and bemusement.

Michael’s Car: Driving:
Sara tries to keep it cool even though she feels hurt that the one person in the world she would give her life for, her best friend, and her partner, wouldn’t tell her he was not only contemplating transferring but already put out a request for it to a whole other district as soon as two months from now. She fidgets in her seat awkwardly in a way that makes it obvious to Michael that something was up with her. He looks over to her while he drives and says “Pezz seriously, what’s up?”

“Nothing Mikey. I’m as cool as a cucumber, or the other side of the pillow.” She gives him a fake half smile then starts fidgeting in her chair again.

“Bullshit!” Michael snaps. “I’ve known you to long to not be able to tell when something ‘s bothering you. We’re partners Sara, don’t keep secretes from me.”

Sara‘s anger overtakes her and vicious word vomit spews out “Says the guy that didn’t even bother to tell me that he was leaving me and transferring out to God knows where. What Michael, am I just to damaged for you to handle anymore? “

“Who told you I was transferring?” He says stunned and maybe a little relieved.

“Joe did. He very plainly said that you had this in the works for a while. How long have you been thinking about this Michael? Weeks? Months? Years?”

Michael recoils “No not that long..”

“Then how long?!” Sara baggers as her voice starts cracking and she holds back tears.

“Since Maria Buzanis died, okay!” He erupts.

Sara looks shocked. Maybe it was because she hadn’t truly said it to herself that her best friend from High school had passed away recently. Gunned down by a stray bullet in a drug deal gone bad, just like her dad, right in front of her daughter Lisa, who was helplessly found crying there for hours inconsolably until Sara got there to calm her down.

“I didn’t want my daughter to end up like Maria’s I don’t want Lela to end up like Lisa.”

Sara heart wounded, she turns away looking out the window.

“I‘m sorry Michael. I didn‘t mean to act like a uber-bitch I mean it’s just… What am I gonna do without you?”

“Sara, you don’t need me.”

“Yes, I do. I need you to stay with me Michael Yee. Please?” a tear falls from her eye.

“Sara. It‘s done.” he says trying to be strong even though inside it’s tearing him apart.

Sara clams up. His words like razorblades to her skin.

He explains “ Maria died by a stray bullet and she was just a banker working in the city. I‘m on these streets every day, every night. I just can‘t risking it anymore Pezz. I just… I can‘t.”

“You’re the only one left other than Joe and my sister… you know the one who doesn‘t even come around unless she needs something from me, usually money, liquor or money or money and liquor. You’re my family Michael, I need you too.”

“I‘ll stay until we resolve the case for Maria. I owe you that much.”

“-But after?”

“I’m transferring. There’s this nice little suburban town just south of Manhattan that me and Janet and Lela were looking at. You can visit whenever you want.”

“Sure, will see each other during Christmas parties and dead cops funerals.” Sara says coldly.

“Sara please don‘t be like-”

“I’m sorry Michael. I’m just used to seeing your handsome mug every day. I’m gonna miss it is all. “

“You think I’m handsome?”

Sara rolls her eyes. “I think we’re here.”

They pull up in front of the old Rialto theatre what used to be the one of the most renown off Broadway theatres in town. Now because of the constant crime waves surrounding it, it has become nothing but an abandoned building for the past ten years, but not tonight though. There are gangsters, drug dealers, and mobsters everywhere coming in the front entrance like it was an exclusive nightclub.

“Holly drokk, what is this a gangster convention?” Sara says confused.

“Wait, is that---?” They watch as a cocky looking dark haired man walks in like he owns the place.

“Gallo.” Sara says glaring at the man.

“You mean the guy who-”

“…killed Maria and got off on a simple technicality. Yep, that‘s him.”

“All New York’s elite gang bangers under one roof. What do you think’s going on in there?”

“I’m sure as hell gonna find out.” Sara says unfastening her seatbelt and beginning to get out of the car.

“Sara where not prepared for this. We should wait for back-up”

“I‘m just gonna take a look around alright. If I’m not back in fifteen, twenty minutes tops, come in after me with backup alright.”

“Fine. But this doesn‘t feel right.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in cama sutra.”

“I don’t, and I think you mean feng shui not cama sutra? I actually do believe in that.” Michael jokes.

“So I’m not the most cultured person in the world. Sue me. I’ll be right back.” she say’s with flushed cheeks getting out of the car.

She quickly sees she’s not going to fit in. Dressed the way she is she would be easily spotted as a police officer. She then sees one of the gold diggers that came with one of the gangsters on the side of the road she obviously had just got done doing some blow and was stumbling around in the ally Sara says cheerfully: “Need some help” then mugs her for her slutty looking and ultra short red knock off Versace dress she was wearing along with some thy high hooker boots and some shades that Sara had in her pocket already that she thought would make her look more incognito. She walks in with a gang of bimbos surrounding a random gangster.

She creeps away from the mass of playboy bunny like women and ventures to the main stage behind the curtains where she hides where no one can see her, but she can them. She recognizes a lot of the faces of the men in the audience from FBI wires and mug shots, one of which she recognizes all to well, Gallo. His arrogance fills the theatre nauseating Sara.

A man enters stage left of the theatre. He is the most stunningly gorgeous man Sara had ever laid her eyes on with only one glaring imperfection, a semi-large scare placed on the left side of his face on his lips, that Sara only seen as making him look more rugged than anything off putting. He is tall and dark with penetrating gray eyes and a bad boy edge, just how Sara likes them, with very long thick sweeping dark hair and a strange androgynous “pretty boy” features that Sara had never knew she could be attracted to. He imposes himself on the room like royalty he then utters in a slightly contemptuous and self absorbed manner and with a educated English dialect he tells the audience that he is Ian Nottingham and that he will be overseeing the nights “event.” Sara wonders why the gangster elite would come in full force for what seems to be turning into a really large game of charades.

Ian then gives the signal and unveils what, until then, had been hidden by a large red sheet. It was what looked like a gauntlet! Forged by metal Sara had never seen before. It seems to pulsate in a fluid like manner rather than anything as solid as it looked. Ian explains: “The Witchblade! The rules of the game are very simple, you place your right hand in the gauntlet. You will know quickly if you’ve won or lost.”

First is some old school washed up mob boss named Tony Cugliani, trying to relive his glory days by coming here no doubt, he spouts a lot of game about how everyone else should just start leaving now because he has it in the bag. Sara’s face writhes in disgust. He takes the gauntlet and places it on his wrist in a self important way. Then as if scanning his arm the largest of the three crystals, a deep red colored one, begins to emanate energy and as if rejecting the man’s hand erupts a small explosion of energy Tony’s arm instantly disintegrates into nothing but a memory, a few shards of burnt orange ashes are all that even remember the memory of his arm at all. He is quickly pulled to the side by a personal doctor obviously on call for an occasion such as this. Nottingham says nonchalantly “Next.”

Sara hesitates she suddenly lets a “holy” of a “holy drokk!” spills out accidentally she slaps her hand over her mouth so as not to be discovered by the guards. She wonders to herself if Michael might have been right to ask her to wait for backup. Then, as if on cue, Ian Nottingham stops the festivity and announces they have a “guest.” Sara eyes dilate and widen at what she see’s before her: Her partner, Michael Yee, badly beaten and bloody being dragged in by three of Nottingham’s goons. She fears for the worst. Ian Nottingham toys with him for long moments taunting him mercilessly. Michael bravely and annoyed says “Are you going to kill me already or just keep talking about it?”

Ian gets a little offended then says with a large grin “As you wish.” He then gives the guards the motion to open fire. As the men motion for their guns Sara takes action, instinctively diving in front of Michael as the bullets rampage the both of them. She and Michael lie shot, torn clothing, and bleeding to death she reaches out for her gun but remembered she couldn’t fit it in the tight latex dress she had to highjack from the hooker outside to stoned to know that she is wearing Sara‘s old and tattered leather jacket, T-shirt, and jeans. Then she sees it, as she dove she must have knocked it over because there it was, the weird jewel incrusted “fluid metal” gauntlet, right in front of her. Something inside her says “take it” she tries to resist this urge as she seen with her own eyes that the last man had lost their arm from putting this thing on tonight.

The gauntlet makes the decision for her. It, like fluid, begins to create little metallic tendrils that seem to rap around Sara’s arm.


Cut To: Sara’s POV

You see fire everywhere. Sara is standing upright. She looks at her arm and see’s that she has the gauntlet on! She then naturally, furiously, looks towards the men that seemingly killed her partner with their fire power and unleashes hers. A surge of energy pulsates from her hands and then nothing… they are nothing more then dust and shards of ember in the wind. She then turns her attention to Gallo, the man that got off for murdering her best friend in Highschool. The coward, who was running and screaming like a little girl just like all the other so called gangsters and mob bosses, She points to him and again an energy surge erupts, then nothing… She smiles to herself. Oh the power, oh the joy! Oh no, How could I? she thinks. No, this isn’t me! she thinks. She looks at Michael, who lays dieing, still with signs of life left within him although, on the stage. Him being alive is enough to snap her out of her power hungry state. She looks upon him he using the last of his strength says:

“Sara?” Michael says disoriented.

“Save your strength alright?“

“I need you to take care of them Sara... Please take care of Janet and Lela, please?” He pleads from his soul to hers.

Putters of blood escape his lungs when he speaks. This is it. No, Sara will not let it end this way.

“No. You’re gonna get through this you hear me? We’re gonna get you to the hospital and you’ll be fine.” Sara offers even though the situation appears to be bleak.

“No…”

“Stop it!” Sara doesn’t except what he’s implying.

“It’s over for me...” Michael says with the purist clarity he’s had ever had.

“Michael don’t you give up on me!” Sara demands.

“You… still… think I’m h-handsome?”

“Yeah… yeah I do.” she says knowing in her gut he was right, that this is the end.

Michael gives her one last smile then freezes. His eyes become blank, soulless, lifeless, he’s gone.

“Michael? Michael?! Please don’t leave me…” Sara says kneeling before him, his cold dead hand in hers.

She stands up to see the carnage that surrounds her. She looks at the thing responsible. She yanks it off. It resists like a Chinese finger trap, scraping her skin like a cheese grater, blood drips off her fingertips from the scratch marks left by and from the gauntlet. She throws the clunky thing down carelessly and suddenly feels like three layers of chain mail have been removed from her body. Then gets disoriented. The weight of the world suddenly appears to rest on her shoulders. She suddenly remembers she killed people, her best friend just died, she is most likely going to die herself of smoke inhalation! All these emotions hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mind races incoherently completely overwhelmed by her situation things then start to fog and then she blacks out falling to the ground like a puppet cut from it‘s strings.

Cut To: Outside

Ian Nottingham on his phone while hundreds of gangster run screaming he says calmly “She‘s everything you said she‘d be.” on the other end we only hear.

“Splendid.”

[Pezzinifan2k10]

Sara’s Office
Sara walks into her office with her partner, Michael Yee, a good looking, long noir haired (which he wears in a long pony tail) and nicely dressed Asian man sitting at his desk directly across from hers. He, seeing something’s wrong asks her if she’s alright to which she answers nonchalantly and dismissingly “I’m fine. ” Changing the subject she asks “You got the place?” He answers “Got it. “Snitchy McSnitcherson” says ’hey’ by the way.” She see’s a Rastafarian white male, with blond dreads and all, walking out of the interrogation room. He gives Sara a smile and a wave. She nods his way. Sara and Michael comically tilt their heads simultaneously at him in confusion and bemusement.

This part right here sitck out to me for the sheer fact that you added a Rastafarian white male in to the script lol (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)