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17 INT. WOLFRAM & HART. FOYER. MORNING. 17
We're looking into the lobby of the building as a few early
bird office workers walk past, then we spot Spike, staying
hidden behind potted plants and displays.
He reaches a junction and pauses, unsure where to turn.
SPIKE
Never did learn my way round this
bloody place…
He chooses left and walks down it, off screen.
18 INT. W&H - SCIENCE DIVISION. MORNING. 18
Serrano studies several piles of computer printouts as
Kitridge walks down into the main lab, casting a glance
towards the captive Nina.
KITRIDGE
That her? She's prettier in person.
SERRANO
(without looking up)
Don't let that fool you, Mr.
Kitridge, underneath that skin of
hers lies a primal, bestial force
that would tear your head off and
use it as a piñata before you could
yell 'Help! Security!'
Serrano moves the printouts away and turns to Kitridge.
SERRANO (cont'd)
She is, in a word, magnificent. As
werewolves go, she's young, but her
physique is on par with some of the
finest specimens I've had the
pleasure of hunting.
KITRIDGE
Hunting?
SERRANO
Oh, yes, didn't Mr. Manners tell
you? Used to be a big game hunter
in my youth, before I finally
decided to finish my medical
degree. With Wolfram & Hart's
backing, I've been able to combine
both pursuits with great success.
They pay me to hunt creatures, then
they pay me to cut them open and
find out how they work.
KITRIDGE
(moving on)
Fascinating. So, about our plan for
the-
SERRANO
The test subject will be ready as
planned. I'll be finished with her
in a few hours, then she's all
yours.
Serrano turns to study Nina again, who is now tranquilised
and dozing in her chair.
SERRANO (cont'd)
Do you really think he'll come?
KITRIDGE
According to his files, Angel will
never leave a man, or woman,
behind.
The lengths he went to for the
Slayer over in Sunnydale alone
would prove that, but there have
been several other instances where
he's gladly risked his own neck to
save another's life. The conduit,
Ms. Chase, he was especially fond
of her. He seems to have a taste
for that kind of girl.
SERRANO
Ah, the noble hero gene. Don't
worry, Mr. Kitridge. You'll have
your bait on schedule, and in one
piece.
(beat; grins)
Well, mostly.
Kitridge stares back at the increasingly creepy doctor for a
moment, before turning and walking smartly out.
19 INT. W&H - CORRIDOR. MORNING. 19
Spike pads along one of the building's long corridors, before
stopping and throwing his arms up in frustration.
SPIKE
Now where am I?
He whips round as he hears voices behind him, and in one
smooth movement dives through a nearby doorway as two
chatting suits round the corner and walk past us.
With Spike, listening from the other side of the door inside
a dark and empty office, as he overhears the suits'
conversation.
SUIT #1
Yeah, so I hear they're keeping her
down in the science labs.
SUIT #2
What, with that creepy new
professor guy? Ugh, he gives me the
creeps.
SUIT #1
Well, if it means we can finally
leave the building again without
worrying about ending up as some
demon's appetiser, then I'll be
there, cleaning his scalpels
myself!
SUIT #2
He's braver than me, I know I
wouldn't want a full-grown werewolf
sitting in my office!
The laugh, and that fades as they move away. Spike emerges
from behind the door cautiously, looking puzzled until the
penny drops.
SPIKE
Werewolf. Nina. Arse!
He heads round a corner, off screen.
20 EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE. MORNING. 20
Angel peeks out of the house he was occupying, checks that
the coast is clear and then strolls outside, glad of the long
morning shadows to keep him covered.
He takes two steps when BLAM! A shotgun blast shatters part
of the porch by his head, and he ducks reflexively.
Looking down the road, he spots a battered looking
stationwagon cruising towards him, a wired-looking MOTHER at
the wheel and her HUSBAND leaning out of the window,
brandishing a K-Mart special shotgun at our hero.
HUSBAND
Get away from my house, you filthy
animal!
ANGEL
No, it's okay, I was just-
BANG! Another shot misses him by inches.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(angry)
Hey! Would you listen to me?
MOTHER
Get him, Bernie! Kill him dead!
Knowing he can't justify attacking these people defending
their house, Angel is forced to turn tail and run, and we
stay on the front of the house as the stationwagon parks and
the parents get out, followed by two small children.
The husband hugs his wife protectively.
HUSBAND
Don't worry, Mandy, ain't none of
those pillagin' scum getting their
hands on my house!
The family watch the retreating Angel run away.
21 EXT. STREET. MORNING. 21
Angel jogs into frame and stops, checking behind him to make
sure no-one's in pursuit. Catching his breath, he looks
around, his eyes drifting upwards towards a billboard
overhead.
Looking at it, we see it's a huge poster for Wolfram & Hart,
with a grinning executive next to the slogan 'Whatever your
situation… we're here to help.'
On Angel as he sighs heavily, eyes down. When he looks back
up, we know he's realised he can't put this off a moment
longer. He looks back to the poster.
ANGEL
Alright, Manners, you wanted to
deal… so let's deal.
He strides off screen, full of purpose at last.
22 INT. W & H – CORRIDOR OUTSIDE SCIENCE DIVISION. MORNING.22
Spike is hid behind a corner, the double security doors
leading into the science labs at the far end of the corridor
we're looking down, two guards either side.
He takes a moment to compose himself, and then takes a breath
and rounds the corner, heading straight for them.
They don't flinch as he approaches, and he comes to a halt a
few feet away.
SPIKE
Mornin', gents. Just doing a
routine sweep of the premises, got
to check the labs next, so if you
don't mind?
The guards exchange a look, then one steps forward, hand
outstretched.
GUARD
(blankly)
I.D.
SPIKE
What, mine?
(scoffs)
Do you know who I am?
GUARD
Without any I.D. you're a
trespasser, so show me a card, or
we'll have to-
SMACK! Spike punches the guard across the jaw and he staggers
backward, and as the other leaps to the attack Spike fells
him with a headbutt and a knee to the stomach. He straightens
himself out as the two guards slump to the floor.
SPIKE
Get rough? Somehow, I doubt that.
Spike retrieves a keycard from one of the guards and swipes
it to open the lab doors. Checking round again, he slips
inside.
We stay on the corridor and pull back as the doors close –
and we see a HOODED FIGURE has been watching Spike's little
scene. He speaks into a walkie-talkie.
HOODED FIGURE
He's in the lab, repeat, Spike has
gained access to the lab. Moving to
intercept, over.
The figure heads towards the doors.
23 INT. W&H – SCIENCE DIVISION. MORNING. 23
Ducking behind a desk and starting to work his way round the
lab, Spike scans the room and spots Serrano. Recognition
crosses his features for a moment, but he keeps moving,
pausing when he spots Nina in her chair.
A lab tech is standing over her, surgical mask on and a
small, sharp-looking device in her hands, which buzzes as she
leans in towards Nina's face.
Spike realises he has to do something, and with a ROAR upends
the desk he was hiding behind. Game face on, he strides into
the lab, throwing one young male tech out of his way as the
lab descends into confusion, women shrieking and techs
scattering in terror.
Only Serrano stands firm, calmly staring Spike down as he
marches up to him and ROARS in his face again. Serrano
doesn't blink.
SERRANO
May I help you?
Spike is thrown by his coolness, but only for a moment.
SPIKE
Yeah, I'm here for the girl.
SERRANO
Oh? And why is that?
SPIKE
Why? Because I'm hungry, you white
coated, four-eyed git! Now are you
going to get out of my way, or am I
gonna have to-
HOODED FIGURE (O.S.)
Get rough?
Spike whips round – the Figure who was watching him stands at
the top of the stairs leading into the lab. He draws back his
hood – revealing a blue-skinned and tough-looking DEMON. He
gestures towards Nina.
DEMON
Go ahead, Spike. Try and take her.
Spike looks from the demon, to Nina, then back.
SPIKE
Don't mind if I do.
Spike takes two steps towards Nina when WHAM! A bolt of blue
energy streaks from the demon's hand and slams into him,
knocking him off his feet and blasting him clean through the
lab's wall.
24 INT. WOLFRAM & HART – CORRIDOR. MORNING. 24
In a shower of plaster and bricks, Spike smashes through the
wall, bouncing across the floor.
He shakes his head groggily as the Hooded Demon calmly steps
through the gaping hole in the wall to face him.
DEMON
I'm still waiting for you to try!
Spike HISSES, tenses and springs towards the Demon, who hits
him with another bolt of energy in mid-air.
25 EXT. WOLFRAM & HART. MORNING. 25
Illyria stays out of sight as a demon patrol marches past,
keeping an eye on Wolfram & Hart, before she hears the sound
of breaking glass and looks up.
Spike has been thrown through a mid-storey window and is
hurtling towards the ground, arms flailing.
Illyria watches him fall, and as we hear an off camera THUD
she dashes over to him.
Spike doesn't even know what day it is as Illyria picks him
up off the floor. He reels, trying to balance.
SPIKE
Wait… wait a minute! I can take
him… there's only one of him!
An off screen shout of 'That's them! Get 'em!' makes Illyria
look round, and with an urgent grunt she drags Spike away,
the two breaking into a run. Seconds later, another squad of
demon soldiers jogs past us in pursuit.
26 EXT. CITY STREET. MORNING. 26
Angel is approaching the building when he sees Spike and
Illyria some distance away, making their retreat.
ANGEL
Spike?
(calls out)
Spike! Illyria! Over here! This wa-
Angel looks up as a shadow falls across him.
Looking down on him from the side of a building wall is a
huge GARGOYLE DEMON, its claws gripping the bricks as it
SNARLS at Angel down below.
Angel backs up slowly, eyes locked on the creature.
It watches him for another beat, then with a hideous SHRIEK
leaps free of the building and right into the camera, forcing
a:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
27 EXT. MALL CAR PARK. AFTERNOON. 27
We fade up on Taylor with two of his crew, both women and all
armed with a variety of weaponry. They're prowling past a now
deserted shopping centre, several burning wrecks of cars
littering the parking area.
One of the girls spots something moving and nudges Taylor,
and with a nod the trio split up and fan out, heading towards
a row of parked coaches.
We track towards one of the coaches, hearing rustling noises
coming from behind it, and as Taylor pads into frame we see
his shotgun is loaded with stakes. He crouches down to look
beneath the coach's chassis.
From his eye view, we see a pair of human feet.
Taylor straightens and steps back, loading his gun loudly to
attract attention. The rustling stops.
TAYLOR
Alright, come on out from behind
there. We've got you covered.
Emerging slowly from behind the coach, arms raised, is the
grubby form of CONNOR, looking around as the two girls close
in.
CONNOR
I'm, uh, not evil, you can lower
your guns and stuff.
TAYLOR
Why don't we wait till I decide
that? Been stabbed by a changeling
demon before now, means I'm kinda
wary of random kids out in the
middle of nowhere. Who are you?
CONNOR
My name's Connor, I got split up
from my family last night. We were
driving home from a restaurant when
we were attacked by something, I
don't know for sure what it was. I
jumped out of the car to fight it,
but when I got back my mom and dad
were gone.
TAYLOR
What were you dong back there?
Connor shows he has a half-eaten candy bar in one hand.
CONNOR
I was hungry. There wasn't anybody
around, and a bunch of these cars
still had shopping in them, so I-
TAYLOR
So you helped yourself. Huh.
Taylor lowers his gun, as do the two girls.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Great human trait, greed. Really
separates us from the bacteria.
CONNOR
Who are you guys? Uh, guy and
girls, I mean. Are you with my dad?
TAYLOR
(suspicious)
Thought you said you lost your dad?
CONNOR
Huh? Oh, no, my real dad. Angel.
As Taylor raises a curious eyebrow, we cut to:
28 INT. SCHOOL CLASSROOM. AFTERNOON. 28
Panting for breath, Spike squeezes himself through a partly
open window. Illyria chooses to just KICK the door leading
from the street outside open, stepping inside. Spike throws
an incredulous look at her.
SPIKE
Oh, that's right, nice and quiet!
Blimey, Blue, even I'd have found
us by now!
ILLYRIA
Running is not in my nature. I only
retreated when I sensed you were
wounded.
SPIKE
Right, was it the fifty-foot fall
that alerted you to that one?
(rubs chest; winces)
Remind me not to take you out in
daylight again, the sunlight seems
to make you more… well, you than
usual.
Spike crouches low as a pack of figures race past outside,
standing again when the coast is clear.
Illyria is walking round the classroom, staring up at the
colourful wall displays.
ILLYRIA
This is… a classroom. This is where
the human worm babies come to fill
their heads with new information.
Spike starts checking the classes cabinets and cupboards for
anything to bandage a nasty gash on his arm.
SPIKE
These days I hear it's all about
'Yu-Gi-Oh' cards and which one of
the Bratz you like best… ah! Here
we go…
He finds a roll of clingfilm with some art supplies and sets
about wrapping it round his arm. Illyria regards him
curiously.
ILLYRIA
Will this shiny material aid your
recovery?
SPIKE
No, the fact that I'm one of the
living dead will aid my recovery.
This just stops me having to worry
about getting blood all down
myself.
Illyria sits at one of the desks as Spike continues to look
around, flicking through an exercise book.
ILLYRIA
Math… they were studying the art of
mathematics.
(beat)
I know much of this subject, and
yet I did not learn it in my
lifetime.
SPIKE
That'll be Fred's head talking,
then, Twiggy was quite the swot
when it came to schooling. Sort of
how she ended up with us, in a
roundabout kind of way.
If she hadn't been so good at
advanced astro-physics, or whatever
it was, she'd never have been
chucked into Pilea and Angel would
never have found her. Funny, when
you think about it.
Illyria picks up a pen as Spike grabs a pole used for closing
the windows and breaks it in half, making two handy spears.
We close on her as she starts to write across the exercise
book. Simple numbers at first, and then rapidly complex
equations and mathematical symbols, quickly scribbling out a
long and fiendish calculation that stretches across both
pages and starts to spill onto the surface of the desk.
She stops and throws the pen away suddenly, looking down at
her hands as if scared of what they might do next.
SPIKE (O.S.) (cont'd)
Right, we're armed again, let's get
back out there.
Spike walks into frame, noticing her expression.
SPIKE (cont'd)
You alright? Look like you just saw
your own reflection.
ILLYRIA
I… I wish to leave this place.
SPIKE
Me too, luv, never had much stomach
for schooling when I was a lad. Too
many memories of difficult poetry
lessons. Let's go.
He heads out, and Illyria follows, still looking shaken.
29 EXT. CITY STREET. AFTERNOON. 29
Eyes watchful for anything hostile, Taylor, the two girls and
Connor walk along, down a noticeably silent city street, full
of abandoned cars and signs of mayhem.
TAYLOR
So this Angel guy's your dad, huh?
Been hearing quite a lot of people
talk about him past few days.
CONNOR
Do you know him?
TAYLOR
Not personally. Heard lots, never
sure what was fact and what was
fiction. When someone who's
apparently a 'champion of Good'
winds up running the local Wolfram
& Hart branch, well… let's just say
your opinions tend to shift a bit.
CONNOR
That's my dad, alright. Always
getting into some kind of mess.
TAYLOR
Had two of his cronies come lookin'
for him last night too, sent 'em on
their way this morning.
CONNOR
Who?
TAYLOR
British guy with the Billy Idol
look. Chip on his shoulder the size
of Mount Rushmore.
CONNOR
(nods; grins)
Spike.
TAYLOR
And this weird chick with blue hair
and some kind of catsuit outfit on…
CONNOR
And Illyria. There wasn't anybody
else? A tall, black guy or another
English guy with dark hair and
glasses? Or a guy with green skin?
TAYLOR
Nope. The hell kind of organisation
does this Angel guy run, anyway?
CONNOR
I've been asking that a lot myself…
They carry on walking, heading off screen.
30 INT. TAYLOR'S BASE. AFTERNOON. 30
Taylor leads Connor into the operations room of his
underground HQ, leaving Connor to look around.
TAYLOR
Here we go, kid. It ain't much, but
it'll keep you warm.
CONNOR
Pretty cool! How long have you guys
been down here?
TAYLOR
Depends. I'm an old hand but some
of the newer recruits only opened
their eyes a few weeks or months
ago. It's a lot to take in, not all
of them want to accept that the
monsters in the closet can actually
drag you away, despite what Daddy
used to say.
Taylor grins knowingly at SONIA, who blushes and ignores him
as she walks over.
SONIA
Hey! You new?
CONNOR
Uh, yeah, kinda. I'm looking for-
TAYLOR
He's another Angel groupie.
SONIA
We seem to be getting a lot of
those! You showed up just at the
right time, fella, the mayor's
about to pull the plug on the city
so we'll be one of the only places
with power 'till all this gets
sorted out!
Somebody calls Sonia's name and she bounds off screen with a
smile. Connor looks sideways at her as she goes.
CONNOR
Is she always that cheerful?
TAYLOR
My guess is it's some kind of
survival reflex. One day, she'll
wake up in a bad mood, and then
look out!
Someone calls out to Taylor and he walks away, leaving Connor
to nose around again. He walks up to a map on the wall and
studies it, noticing the lines drawn in a rough circle,
centering on Wolfram & Hart's offices.
He rubs his chin thoughtfully, an idea forming.
Connor looks round - nobody's paying him much attention. He
spots a rifle unattended on a table a few feet away, and with
another careful look round snatches it up, sneaking back
towards the door.
He steals back out through the door he entered, and quickly
leaves the base behind.
31 EXT. CITY STREET. AFTERNOON. 31
Clouds have filled the sky, and Spike is able to walk freely
down the street as he and Illyria head back towards the
Hyperion.
The street is littered with dead demons, signs of last
night's titanic battle.
ILLYRIA
The air still reeks of the stench
of fallen enemies. Their blood
should fill my senses with
pleasure, but…
SPIKE
But instead you're just aware of
how bad day-old demon corpses
smell. Am I right?
Illyria's silence confirms her answer. Spike smirks but then
narrows his eyes, spotting someone ahead.
Sitting on the steps outside the hotel is Connor, who smiles
and hops up as he sees the duo approach.
CONNOR
Hi! I was wondering when you two
would get here.
SPIKE
Connor?
CONNOR
Oh, you remember, good.
SPIKE
Uh, yeah, we-
ILLYRIA
Wesley broke the spell. He returned
to us the memories Angel had asked
to be hidden.
CONNOR
(puzzled)
Right…
There is a long beat as nobody seems sure what to say.
CONNOR (cont'd)
So where is Angel?
SPIKE
Very good question, mate. Why don't
we get indoors and see what we can
do to answer that?
CONNOR
Will it be safe? I mean, with all-
ILLYRIA
The demons will not come here. Too
much death surrounds this place,
they will be afraid of it. There is
also much magical protection in
place.
(turns to others)
But they will not be afraid for
long.
SPIKE
You know me, Blue, I'm not much of
a one for the speeches. That's
Angel's department.
As the clouds overhead rumble with thunder, the trio head up
the steps and into the safety of the hotel.
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