[The camera sweeps over a room crowded with people. It’s the old parliament house. Most of everyone is standing. We catch a glimpse of a tall man with an iron face -Manzart-, dressed in a finely tailored three peice suit, and a long overcoat. He’s exceptionally well groomed.
In front of him stands Wainwright, also emaculately dressed. He adresses the crowds in a booming voice.]
Wainwright: Three years ago, Melbourne was shocked.
[We flash back to the quake three years earlier. Victor Luth and Brendon on the building, Morant in the Church, Manzart standing over Kingly.]
Wainwright: Then they came.
[Several long, black limos full of men in dark suits.]
Wainwright: Your Principality assures you, however.
[The camera zoom in closer and closer to wainwrights monstrous face,a nd his dark, yellow eyes.]
Wainwright: Your city… Is safe.
[Smash to black.]
[Manzart, still well dressed, sits in a room on an oblong, ebony table, rapping his fingers and leaning his head in his palm.]
Manzart: It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
[The man sitting opposite him is no older than twenty three, but his skin and eyes betray his nature as a kindred.]
Young Man: You want things to be how they were? Violence, and panic… Tyranny? It’s quiet. It’s calm. We’re at peace.
Manzart: No, boy. We’re just in a silent war.
[Lord Reaper Syrio is smiling from his veiwing point in the Eureka Tower. The men behind him all wear masquarade masks.]
Guardian: Sir. The wave is rushing.
[A hobo is violently attacked in an ally, blood spattering the wall.]
Guardian: Once it hits, Melbourne will flood.
[An Owl hoots and squaks high in the trees, it’s wings glittering in the moonlight.]
Guardian: And everyone will drown. Everyone.
[Syrio continues to smile.]
[Inside the temple, Morant prays.]
Morant: We were in this together… you and I…
[A car tears around a corner, and slams hard into a lamp post, severing it from the ground as three police cars pull up, sirens blaring.]
Morant: So why did you leave me…? I cannot… I will not do this on my own.
[Morant clutches a blood robe once seen many times on Jimmy Vellum, blood tears falling onto it from his eyes.]
[Across town, a glass of blue absynth is passed across the table. The man seen earlier with Manzart is talking.]
Young Man: We have a problem.
[I woman with a shock of white hair bends her knee at a make-shhift crucifx, made of drfit wood and barbed wire. She holds a lamp up to her face, a one hundred tiny candles light up behind her in the darkness, each held by an unseen kindred.]
Young Man: They’re massing. We don’t know why. Everyone’s worried about The Masked Man from Sydney.
[A flash of large, bald man walking down a hall in a black suit, followed by two men dresseed identically, but all of them wear elaborate masks.]
Man: The Principlaity required three Princes. It had three, since it’s inception…
[A blinding white light envelopes Lucein Watermaine somewhere far below the city.]
Young Man: Please…
[The man shakes his head as the person he’s speaking to downs the glass of absynth.]
Young Man: …Victor Luth has to come back…
[A bare second flash of Tommy Hairless holding an empty glass.]
[Men running away from a parked jet seconds before it explodes.]
[Manzart drawing a sword-cane in pointing it at Watermain’s back.]
[The young man running down a hall, a pistol in each hand.]
[Brendan Three-Fingers screaming, missing his eyes.]
Gutteral, Unrecognizable Voice: …They’re blind…
[Syrio slipping in a hallway as an arc of lightning smashes through the ceiling, killing two men behind him.]
Gutteral, Unrecognizable Voice: …Blinded by their greed and lust… and War.
[Morant drips with blood and charged against a woman with white hair, dozens of frenzied acolytes at his back.]
Gutteral, Unrecognizable Voice: …They’ll… Never see us coming…
[Manzart trips over a subterranian cliff and plummets into darkness.]
Gutteral, Unrecognizable Voice: Then, we’ll take what they owe us…
[A blood, ragged Syrio picks up a very hairy Victor Luth and shoves him against a wall, while circuits and broken wires buzz and flash around them.]
[The screen smashes to darkness.]
Gutteral, Unrecognizable Voice: And then… They will Remember.
MELBOURNE BY NIGHT
THE FINAL SEASON
JANUARY 2012
