FADE IN:
EXT. PARK POND - NIGHT
Benches and trees in the darkness. The still water of a small pond is disturbed by a splashing BODY falling into it.
DOYLE, apparent age 32, hovers over the pond. His body moves at unnatural speed, his eyes flash red. He flawlessly flies on top of a tree, sits like a giant cat and looks down at the pond.
A distressed middle-aged drenched mess, STILMAN, resurfaces from underwater.
STILMAN
You're mine this time!
Stilman stands, holds a crow bar in his hand and awaits.
Doyle, on top of the tree, opens his mouth. His eyeteeth grow into a magnificent pair of
SHINY SHARP FANGS
Doyle prepares to jump when his left fang falls from his mouth. Baffled, he scoops it in his palm.
DOYLE
What the...?
Stilman gets out of the pond, brandishes the crow bar in the air.
STILMAN
I'm here, you coward! You hear me?
Doyle's red eyes set on Stilman. He pockets his fallen fangs and flies down. He attacks Stilman from behind, his last fang pierces the jugular. Stilman fights back.
STILMAN
Is this all you have?
Stilman hits Doyle on the head with the crowbar. Doyle rolls away, promptly gets back on his feet. Stilman has
ONE LITTLE RED DOT
On his neck.
DOYLE
Shit.
Stilman touches his neck.
STILMAN
Cat got your tooth?
Stilman throws himself at Doyle. Doyle dodges him, grabs Stilman's neck and tries to bite
him again. Stilman hits his face with the crow bar.
STILMAN
Come on!
Doyle's left cheek bleeds.
DOYLE
That's enough.
Doyle flies over Stilman, locks his neck between his arms and breaks it with a eerie CRACK. Stilman drops down, dead. Doyle drinks the drip of blood pouring out the one tiny hole on the dead's neck.
Doyle stands and exhales, content. The cut on his cheek heals. He opens his mouth and touches his upper teeth with his fingers.
The right fang retracts to a normal eyetooth. The left eyetooth doesn't grow back.
INT. DR. O'HARA DENTAL STUDIO - DAY
Doyle fidgets on the dental chair. DR. O'HARA (45), clean cut with mustache and glasses enters the studio. A moderate pot belly pops out of his white lab coat. TANYA (24), his assistant, follows him.
DR. O'HARA
Nice to meet you, Mr. Doyle.
Doyle shakes his hand.
DOYLE
As I said to your assistant, I just need my left eyetooth back--
DR. O'HARA
Of course.
Tanya hands Dr. O'Hara two X-RAY slides, then leaves. Dr. O'Hara grabs a stool and sits next to Doyle.
DOYLE
How long is it going to take? It's a matter of life and death.
Dr. O'Hara smiles.
DR. O'HARA
Sure. But first we need to intervene with a couple of root canal.
DOYLE
What?
Dr. O'Hara points to the X-RAY slides.
DR. O'HARA
See here? These two roots seem dead.
DOYLE
Tell me about it.
Dr. O'Hara leans closer to Doyle.
DR. O'HARA
We must stop the infection before it spreads.
Doyle ogles the doctor's neck close to his mouth, vibrant with life and running fresh blood.
DOYLE
Can you replace my tooth or not?
DR. O'HARA
I see you're very upset right now. Is there anything I can do to help? Answer any question?
DOYLE
Yes, my eyetooth!
Dr. O'Hara stands up.
DR. O'HARA
Tanya will prepare you right away for the root canal. Now, if you excuse me.
Before Dr. O'Hara leaves the room, Doyle grabs him from behind and breaks his neck. CRACK! Then uses his only fang to open his jugular and sucks his blood.
Satisfied, Doyle grabs a pitch black overcoat, a huge pair of dark sunglasses, a black umbrella and leaves.
INT. DR. MARONI DENTAL STUDIO - DAY
DR. LIZ MARONI (48), slightly overweight, moans on the dental chair as Doyle bites her neck. Doyle hopelessly look at the single bloody dot on her neck.
DOYLE
Why me?
DR. MARONI
Please, don't stop!
Doyle draws back, she grabs his arm.
DOYLE
(to himself)
I just want my tooth back.
Dr. Maroni's flirty eyes feast on Doyle.
DR. MARONI
All thirty-two, sugar. Anything you want.
She slides her hand on his crotch.
DOYLE
Fucking hell!
Doyle pushes her away, gets his anti-sun gear and flies out.
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
Wild party. People in old costumes and masks dance and congregate. Doyle, in plain clothes, keeps to himself and gets a shot of fresh blood at the bar.
GERALD, apparent age 21, dressed in a bright red dandy costume, approaches and hands him a business card.
GERALD
Here. He's sympathetic to our cause.
INSERT BUSINESS CARD
Dr. Bodie dental services - New teeth, new life
Doyle pockets the card.
DOYLE
Did you try it?
Gerald winks at him.
GERALD
Never needed one.
INT. DR. BODIE DENTAL STUDIO - NIGHT
Doyle paces around the dental chair when DR. BODIE, apparent age 30, flows in the room. He smiles at Doyle, displaying unnatural white perfect teeth then motions for him to sit.
Doyle sits.
DOYLE
I'm impressed with your working hours.
DR. BODIE
I'm all about my customers, Mr. Doyle.
DOYLE
Can you help me?
Dr. Bodie hovers over him.
DR. BODIE
Certainly. But first... is it safe?
DOYLE
What?
Dr. Bodie shakes his head.
DR. BODIE
Too young. Nevermind.
Doyle leaves the chair, Dr. Bodie freezes him with a single stare.
DR. BODIE
Please be seated.
Doyle goes back to the chair.
DOYLE
I've never had any trouble with my eyeteeth.
DR. BODIE
Did you hang out around the canal lately?
DOYLE
Why?
Dr. Bodie washes his hands in the sink, dries them carefully then wears a pair of latex gloves.
DR. BODIE
There seems to be a virus spreading over there.
DOYLE
Have you seen my condition before?
Dr. Bodie chuckles, sounds like nails on a blackboard.
DR. BODIE
Million times. And I have the perfect definitive cure for you.
Doyle relaxes on the chair.
DOYLE
Finally.
Dr. Bodie hands him a glass of red fluid and three little rounded blue pills.
DR. BODIE
Let's make it easier for both of us.
Doyle downs the pills.
DOYLE
Let's do it.
BLOODY CARD ON SCREEN: TWENTY MINUTES LATER
Doyle awakens in the chair, stretches. Dr. Bodie smiles at him.
DOYLE
Funny. It seemed very fast.
DR. BODIE
How do you feel?
DOYLE
I feel great!
Doyle opens his mouth and runs his tongue on his upper gum. A horrific scream explodes. The right eyetooth is now gone as well. Dr. Bodie chuckles.
Doyle springs from the chair and attacks him. Dr. Bodie pushes him away with one hand, his red eyes shine. Doyle rolls on the floor, squats by the wall.
DOYLE
Why?
Dr. Bodie opens his mouth in a glorious smile, showing two perfectly sharp white fangs.
DR. BODIE
Competition is tough these days.
Doyle gets up.
DOYLE
What should I do now?
DR. BODIE
Enjoy your new life. Get a straw.
His laughter echoes into the night.