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19 INT. THE HYPERION - LOBBY. NIGHT. 19
CONNOR stands before SPIKE and ILLYRIA. Spike, seated on the
desk, smokes while Illyria paces around the body of the demon
we saw attacking her in the park. She looks in bad shape, but
she's still in one piece. Connor's eyes keep flicking
nervously to the body as he talks.
CONNOR
So he's holed up underneath the
Metro's offices. He said he didn't
come back here because he thought
it'd be too dangerous, and, uh…
SPIKE
And what?
CONNOR
(hesitant)
He said he didn't think even you'd
be crazy enough to come back here.
SPIKE
Well, that's me to a 'T', mate.
Always going one step beyond.
ILLYRIA
We must bring him here. We need his
strength if we are to continue
fighting.
CONNOR
Oh, wait, he won't be there.
SPIKE
Where's he off to this time, then?
Connor pauses, and Spike groans as the penny drops.
SPIKE (cont'd)
He went back for Nina, didn't he?
CONNOR
(nods)
Said I should come here and wait
for him to come back.
Spike hops down from the desktop and scoops up his jacket.
Illyria regards him curiously.
ILLYRIA
Where are you going?
SPIKE
If Angel was barmy enough to try
and break into there after what I
came up against, then he's most
likely in severe need by now of
some-
ANGEL (O.S.)
Help?
Spike looks up – and Angel has stepped through the hotel
doors, leading Nina by one hand.
SPIKE
Blimey, the prodigal son returns!
ANGEL
Now, Spike, don't make a scene, I'd
hate to think you actually missed
me…
Angel smirks as he walks past Spike, who stutters as he tries
to come up with a retort.
Angel walks up to Connor and hugs him warmly, passing Nina
over to him as Illyria steps up to him.
ILLYRIA
You live!
ANGEL
Uh, technically, no. But I'm still
in one piece, which is what I guess
you meant, so thanks for the
concern.
Angel notices the dead demon.
ANGEL (cont'd)
What the hell is that thing doing
in my ho- in here?
ILLYRIA
It was threatening an infant. So I
silenced it.
ANGEL
Oh. Great. Could you, uh, move it
somewhere a bit more silent?
Illyria drags the body away by one of its feet as Spike
marches over, not looking too pleased.
SPIKE
Nice of you to drop by at last!
Been having fun playing with your
demon friends out there, have you?
We've spent days sneaking round
this dump trying to find you, and
there you were all this time,
sitting pretty in the basement of
some bloody hack newspaper?
ANGEL
(to Connor)
You told him about the 'crazy to
come back here' part, right?
CONNOR
Sure did.
ANGEL
Good.
(to Spike)
Spike, I'm amazed this place is
still standing. In case you hadn't
noticed, there's still that dead
dragon out in the alleyway, so I
figured the hotel would just be
rubble by now.
SPIKE
This place? No way. Solid as a
rock.
Spike slams his fist against a pillar to prove his point, but
something shifts overhead and deposits a handful of dust down
onto him.
Angel stands as Spike dusts himself down.
ANGEL
Good to hear…
NINA
Angel? You there?
ANGEL
Yeah, I'm here.
Angel kneels before Nina as Spike joins him.
SPIKE
What happened to her?
NINA
I have a name, Spike!
SPIKE
Right, sorry, luv. Should've
remembered, being the bosses' bit
of stuff does get you certain
privileges…
Spike glances at Angel, expecting a retort, and is surprised
to get nothing.
SPIKE (cont'd)
No comeback? Blimey, this must be
serious…
ANGEL
As we were leaving Wolfram & Hart,
we passed some kind of magical
barrier. It didn't affect me, but
blinded Nina. We need to fix it.
SPIKE
Er, I'd love to, but we do have the
slightly more pressing problem of
this part of the city barricaded
off from the outside world and
several thousand demons still
galloping around outside!
ANGEL
(getting irritated)
I'm aware of the situation, Spike.
SPIKE
Well? What are we going to do about
it, then?
ILLYRIA
We should contact that other group.
They may be of some use.
SPIKE
What, that Taylor joker? No bloody
way, I wouldn't trust him as far as
I could throw this hotel.
CONNOR
Why not? He seemed pretty switched
on, and he said there's a group of
about twenty of them hiding out a
few miles from here.
NINA
Hey, beats sitting here in the
dark.
A beat. No-one is sure how to react to Nina until she sighs
and throws her hands up.
NINA (cont'd)
Okay, being ironic! Jeez, you
vampires always come with a sense
of humour transplant or what?
ANGEL
Spike, I want you to stay here and
watch Nina.
Angel walks over to the dusty weapons cabinet and wrenches
the doors open. Illyria watches him, suddenly seeming more
eager.
ILLYRIA
Are we to fight once more?
ANGEL
'We' aren't doing anything, I'm
going back out there. There are
plenty of healers and mystics
who'll have found demons taking
over downtown a good reason to stay
here, so I'm going to hit each one
until they find me a cure, and then
I'm coming back.
Angel fetches a handy-looking sword from the cabinet and
starts to walk away.
SPIKE
Hold on just a minute, Geronimo,
you're not seriously going back out
there by yourself, are you? I
wouldn't want to risk that, and I'd
like to think of myself as being
that bit tougher than you, having
come back from the dead twice
already…
ANGEL
(beat; irritated)
So have I!
SPIKE
Ah. Er…
ANGEL
We don't have time for this.
Connor?
CONNOR
Yeah?
ANGEL
Can I trust you to watch Nina?
CONNOR
No problem.
NINA
Hey, don't be gone long, soldier
boy.
Nina reaches out a hand and Angel pauses to take it, before
walking up the steps towards the front door.
Illyria looks from Angel to Spike, confused.
ILLYRIA
Angel is leaving! Yet you do not
follow him?
SPIKE
No, why would I?
ILLYRIA
You always follow him into battle.
It is your path.
SPIKE
(offended)
Oi! I don't follow anybody, Blue,
don't go and mistake a sense of,
of, duty for me being anybody's
lapdog! I just go where the fight
takes me, nobody-
ANGEL
Spike?
Spike and Illyria look up to Angel, just about to step
through the doors.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Shut up.
And with that, he's gone. Spike scowls.
SPIKE
(mutters)
Wanker…
Spike heads back for the desk and lights up a cigarette again
as Illyria leans over Nina, curious.
ILLYRIA
What happened to your eyes?
NINA
Beats me. Something went 'flash!'
and that was the last thing I saw.
Nina waves a hand experimentally in front of her eyes.
NINA (cont'd)
It's weird… I've got a light blur
and a dark blur, but that's it.
ILLYRIA
Her strength puzzles me. I have
known many proud warriors to fall
on their swords after an injury
such as this. When the ability to
fight is lost, many give up, their
reason for existence lost.
NINA
Well, ah, hate to break this to
you, 'Ria, but I'm not exactly a
'proud warrior.' I'm just an art
student, but that's not something
I'm about to lose just because of
Wolfram & Hart, you know? And I
know that Angel's gonna come
walking back through that door soon
enough, and this'll all be over and
done with.
ILLYRIA
(to Spike)
She is strong. She too will fight
well alongside us.
Spike frowns at Illyria as he brings Nina a mug of coffee,
guiding it carefully into her hands.
SPIKE
You've got a bit of a one-track
mind, haven't you?
(to Nina)
Here. I'm not a great coffee maker,
but it's hot and sweet which always
seems to do the trick.
NINA
Thanks.
She sips, not realising everyone is watching her.
NINA (cont'd)
You know something, Spike?
SPIKE
What?
NINA
You're a lot less unpleasant when
Angel's not around.
If I didn't know better, I'd swear
you two had some kind of 'thing'
going on…
SPIKE
'Thing'? What 'thing' exactly?
Connor stifles a laugh, and Spike glares at him.
SPIKE (cont'd)
What?!?
CONNOR
I, uh, need to go do, a, uh, thing.
He gets up and walks away, his laughter soon echoing around
the lobby. Nina smirks as Illyria looks as Spike.
ILLYRIA
I do not understand. Are they
mocking you?
SPIKE
You know what? I think they are.
(sighs)
This is going to be another one of
those years, I can tell...
He turns and stomps away, leaving Illyria with the still
grinning Nina.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 INT. DEMON HIDEOUT. NIGHT. 20
SLAM! We see a plump, terrified looking demon called GURG
shoved back against a wall, Angel's forearm pressed tightly
against his throat.
GURG
Aah! Easy, easy!
ANGEL
We're still not getting anywhere,
are we, Gurg? I asked you a
question!
GURG
And I'm telling you, I still don't
know what could have caused the
blindness, I don't work for-
Angel raises his sword and Gurg whimpers.
GURG (cont'd)
Okay, okay! I'll tell you what I
can…
ANGEL
(lowers sword)
Good.
Angel lets Gurg go, and he flops into a chair, gasping. We
see now we're inside a run down hideout, old furniture and a
few ornaments dotted around the room.
GURG
They're right about you, you know.
ANGEL
Who is?
GURG
People. What they say about you.
They all talk about this fire you
get in your eyes when you get
really into something.
ANGEL
Gurg, I didn't come here for a
character analysis, I came for the
cure! Now are you gonna talk, or am
I gonna have to get rough?
(beat; thinks)
Or rougher?
GURG
Relax, hero, I'm all roughed up for
the night.
Angel watches Gurg carefully as the demon locates a crumpled
pack of cigarettes and lights one.
GURG (cont'd)
Smoke?
ANGEL
Fire doesn't agree with me. Look,
Gurg, if you're not-
GURG
It's a defence mechanism. Built
into the structure of the Wolfram &
Hart building itself. It has
different effects depending on what
it's set to. There's a bunch of
them in and around the place,
they're designed to stop a mass
exodus of employees with sensitive
information, or to disable any
escaping clients until they can be
retrieved.
ANGEL
How do you know so much about it?
GURG
Helped design some of the spells.
ANGEL
(folds arms)
So much for you not knowing
anything about it, huh?
GURG
So I lied. I'm a demon!
Angel frowns as Gurg carries on smoking.
ANGEL
So how do I reverse the effects?
GURG
Tricky. Powerful counterspell, you
see, these failsafes were designed
to be very resistant to any magics
taking them away. Not much point
making a system to stop people if
any warlock worth his horns can
just conjure it away again!
ANGEL
Full marks for dedication.
He slams the sword, point first, down into the tabletop,
making Gurg leap backwards in alarm.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Now tell me how to break the spell!
GURG
It's not that simple, vampire! No
amount of you stomping in here and
threatening to scowl me to death
can get around that. These are
interlinked magics, woven tightly
together. You want to break one,
you've got to bust them all at
once, and that requires some
serious mojo.
ANGEL
Can you do that?
GURG
Me? No.
ANGEL
Oh. Well, I guess that's all I'll
be needing from you then.
Angel reaches forward and grabs Gurg by the throat, vamping
out. Gurg yelps and flaps his hands urgently.
GURG
Wait, wait! I can tell you where to
find someone who can!
ANGEL
(beat)
I'm listening…
As Gurg breathes a sigh of relief, we cut back to:
21 INT. HYPERION – ANGEL'S ROOM. NIGHT. 21
Nina sits on the bed in Angel's old room at the hotel, an
array of candles lighting the room. She moves her head
towards the door as Connor comes in, carrying a tray with a
plate of steaming hot food. He sets it down on the table and
pulls up a chair alongside the bed.
CONNOR
Hey. I brought you up some food,
the kitchen downstairs was still
pretty well stocked.
NINA
Cooking too? Are you sure you're
Angel's kid?
CONNOR
Yeah, I get asked that a lot.
Connor holds the plate out for Nina and puts a fork in one
hand. It's a heap of pasta, which she manages to guide
unsteadily towards her mouth.
She misses a patch, dribbling sauce down her chin, and Connor
is ready with a tissue to wipe it away.
NINA
Look at me. My sister's kids eat
better than this, and they're so
little they can understand Yu-Gi
Oh!
CONNOR
It's cool, just a little sauce.
Nina sighs heavily and puts the plate down, suddenly looking
very sad indeed as the weight of her condition breaks through
her defences.
CONNOR (cont'd)
Nina? Are you alright?
NINA
Oh, Connor… I've gone blind! I'm
trying to stay cool, you know? I
mean, I only managed to get a
proper handle on being a werewolf a
few months ago, and I think I put
on a pretty brave face for that,
but this…
CONNOR
Angel's out there. He'll find
something that can help and come
back. We both know that, right?
NINA
Yeah… yeah, I know.
(smiles)
That thought's about the only thing
stopping me degenerating into a big
soppy mess at the moment. If I let
my body absorb the fact that I
can't see for a second, that's it,
I'm gone. You gonna stick around
and keep an eye on me till your dad
gets back?
CONNOR
Yeah, of course I am.
NINA
Thanks. You're a sweet kid, Connor.
You take after Angel.
CONNOR
Yeah, I get that a lot as well.
He smiles and watches carefully as Nina attempts another
mouthful of pasta.
22 INT. HYPERION – LOBBY. NIGHT. 22
We pan across the reception counter, along a line of various
axes, swords, knives and other weapons, reaching an empty
space at the end as Spike lays a handful of stakes down.
Illyria watches him as he continues raiding the Hyperion's
cupboards and cabinets, chuckling to himself each time he
finds a new cache of weapons.
SPIKE
What was Angel planning to do with
all these weapons?
ILLYRIA
I do not…
(beat; cocks head to side)
He wanted to be prepared. He always
wanted at least one safe house in
the city that could restock his
weaponry if he lost it in battle.
Spike raises an eyebrow as Illyria blinks, as though she
doesn't know why she just spoke.
SPIKE
That's Fred talking, innit. She
knew all about this place, she
lived here for a few years.
ILLYRIA
Her memories keep washing across my
visions, filling this place with
unfamiliar faces and creatures…
Illyria walks towards a raised platform at the far end of the
lobby, tracing her fingers over its surface.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
I see a tall, elegant black woman
standing here, radiating energy,
disguised as love but actually
something dark and old, something
foreign to this world.
SPIKE
Wouldn't know. When you lot were
living it up in this place, I was
living in a hole in the ground in
Sunnydale. Before Sunnydale became
a hole in the ground, anyway!
(proudly)
I did that, you know.
ILLYRIA
(surprised)
You destroyed an entire city?
SPIKE
No, I…
(thinks)
Actually, yeah, I suppose I did.
Spike grins and goes back to rooting through the cupboards,
finding a dusty old crossbow.
ILLYRIA
Why do you assemble this arsenal?
SPIKE
That's easy, pet. We're going
hunting again and my knuckles are
getting sore from all the bloody
punching!
ILLYRIA
We are to leave the boy and the
blind girl here?
SPIKE
They'll be safe. Didn't you feel
that tingle as you walked in? All
sorts of protection spells cast on
this place. Fading, but still
potent enough to stop anything with
more teeth than us put together
skulking inside, looking for an
appetiser.
ILLYRIA
Good. There is still much for us to
kill outside.
SPIKE
Ah, a woman after my own heart!
Spike hands Illyria a gleaming sword with a dragon motif
etched into the blade. She holds it up, admiring it as best
she can in the dim torchlight.
ILLYRIA
A fine weapon. I can smell the
blood of many a foe that has fallen
by it.
SPIKE
Oh, you know how to say all the
right things to a bloke, don't you?
Come on, Blue, let's go chop some
monsters up before tea. I don't
want to be sat here doing nothing
while Angel's out there doing…
whatever it is he does.
Spike slings the crossbow over his shoulder and selects a
sword from the selection, loading some stakes into his jacket
pocket. He heads up the steps towards the door with Illyria
behind him.
KITRIDGE (V.O.)
The other one's on the move again.
What's his name? Spike?
We cut from the Hotel over to:
23 INT. W&H – KITRIDGE'S OFFICE. NIGHT. 23
Kitridge is on the phone in his office, a case file of glossy
surveillance photos spread across his desk.
KITRIDGE
Yeah, him, the blonde one. Anyway,
Angel's in a different part of the
city, but from what I can tell he's
shaking down a bunch of local
demons. He's probably looking for a
way to break the jinx that hit them
as they escaped.
(beat; listens)
Exactly my point. So try to
anticipate who he'll approach next
and silence them. Report back in an
hour.
He hangs up as Kirsten enters the office and takes a seat
opposite him, crossing her long legs.
KIRSTEN
Lab reports are back from Dr.
Serrano's analysis of the girl.
KITRIDGE
And is she what we're looking for?
Kirsten hands him some more folders, which he opens and
starts to leaf through.
KIRSTEN
She's ideal. Young, healthy and
pretty fertile too. If we
impregnated her now, the results
would be very positive.
KITRIDGE
Excellent. I always did want kids.
Good work, let Serrano know. Did we
locate where Angel took the girl?
KIRSTEN
We did, but…
KITRIDGE
But what?
KIRSTEN
He took her back to the Hyperion.
That's a long-standing no-fly zone
for our forces, Angel's been using
it since before we-
KITRIDGE
Kirsten, this is starting to sound
an awful lot like an excuse, and
you know how much I hate those.
KIRSTEN
Yes, I know, but the thing is-
KITRIDGE
It is very important for your
future that you don't finish that
sentence.
KIRSTEN
The Hyperion's protected, James.
Almost as much as this building is.
We think it's some kind of deal
Angel worked out with the Higher
Powers, maybe it's always been that
way, but for whatever reason we've
never been able to attack him
directly in there.
KITRIDGE
Well then! Looks like it's time we
figured out a way to do that, then.
Assemble an extraction time, I'll
brief them in five minutes.
Kirsten nods, stands and exits. Kitridge is alone for a
moment before Manners walks into frame from off screen.
MANNERS
That's an ancient taboo you're
breaking there, James! One of the
old rules laid down around here was
that each side gets a place they
can call their own. We got this,
Angel ended up with the old hotel.
It means-
KITRIDGE
It means it's about time the rules
started changing. Did you ever stop
to think why we've been locking
antlers with Angel for so many
years, sir? It's because we keep
playing the game the way we're
meant to. We keep allowing
ourselves to get straitjacketed by
outdated guidelines, codes of
conduct, rules above all else.
We're a law firm, and I think we've
lost sight of what doors that opens
to us.
Manners raises a curious eyebrow and motions for Kitridge to
continue.
MANNERS
Go on. What did you have in mind?
KITRIDGE
One word. Loopholes.
MANNERS
Loopholes?
KITRIDGE
Ways to get around the obstacles
stopping us. We want Angel on our
side. I've realised that much. If
we just wanted to destroy him, we'd
have done it by now, one way or
another, so the aim is to make him
embrace his dark side, put on the
breathing mask and cloak and pick
out a red lightsaber.
MANNERS
I'm sorry?
KITRIDGE
'Star Wars' metaphor. Never mind.
MANNERS
Be that as it may, James, it's a
task your predecessors singularly
failed to achieve. While I have
every confidence in you and your
ability, I can't quite see what
you're getting at here.
KITRIDGE
It's all in motion, sir. You just
leave everything to me.
Manners nods, smiles and walks off screen, leaving Kitridge
to return to his study of the photos.
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