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14 INT. SPIKE'S OFFICE. NIGHT. 14
Spike unlocks and opens the office door, holding it open for
Skye. He drops the grocery bags down on the table and flicks
a few lights on.
SPIKE
It's only a little place, but we're
hoping to expand when we-
He turns on the last light – and jumps a mile as ILLYRIA is
revealed, sitting silently at Spike's desk.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Yow!
(beat; scowls)
Why are you lurking in the dark?
ILLYRIA
(quietly)
Trying not to remember.
Illyria notices Skye, who is captivated by the demon's
appearance. Illyria stands and strides over to her.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
What is this?
SPIKE
She's-
SKYE
I'm Skye. Skye Ca- Skye Underwood.
And you?
Illyria looks her up and down a moment before turning back to
Spike.
ILLYRIA
We do not need a stray under our
roof.
SPIKE
She's not a stray, Blue, she's a
client! She was being chased by
Taylor and his goons, I managed a
heroic rescue.
SKYE
What, by standing in the way so I
nearly ran you over?
SPIKE
(beat)
Something like that, yeah.
SKYE
Sorry. I'm just a bit… kinda strung
out, still. Haven't had any action
like tonight for weeks now, so when
the juices get going again, it's
just like 'whoo!' Instant high!
Spike eyes Skye as she visibly starts to relax, dropping her
bag on the floor and taking the only other chair in the room.
Illyria paces off screen.
SKYE (cont'd)
So, you said you run, like, a
detective firm here?
SPIKE
Yep. Spike Investigations. I'm
Spike.
SKYE
Nice place. How's business?
SPIKE
Honestly? You're the first worthy
cause we've had through that door
since we set up shop a few weeks
ago.
SKYE
I'm honoured! So can I request your
help in something then?
SPIKE
That's why I'm here.
SKYE
It's pretty simple, really, I
probably could have done it myself
if that Taylor guy hadn't shown up
right after those vampires did, but
I'm looking for the Hyperion.
Spike frowns at the mention of the place.
SPIKE
And why, exactly, do you want to go
there? Nothing in there but-
SKYE
Angel?
SPIKE
(scowls)
Yeah. Backstabbing, double crossing
little lap dog that he is.
SKYE
Did I miss something? Buffy told me-
SPIKE
(and now interested
again!)
Buffy? You spoke to her? How is
she?
SKYE
(eyes him)
Uh… she's fine, I guess, she didn't
kill me when we fought, but I don't
think we're gonna have a sleepover
any time soon… do you and Buffy
know each other?
Spike grins smugly and fishes out a cigarette.
SPIKE
You could say that.
SKYE
(sees through his act)
Oh. Old girlfriend?
Spike freezes, his poker face rumbled. He nods once and
lights the cigarette.
SKYE (cont'd)
Cool. She's a nice girl. You know,
for someone who impaled me on a
fricken tree to see if it'd kill me
or not, anyway…
SPIKE
She did what?
SKYE
Oh, man, it's a long story. Take me
to this Angel guy and I'll tell you
on the way, Buffy said he was the
guy I should see.
SPIKE
That prat won't be able to give you
anything I can't, trust me. If
you're in town for help, then I'm
your man.
SKYE
Really? 'Cause, no offence, but you
seem kinda…
SPIKE
What?
SKYE
Unprofessional. Reckless. And
irresponsible. And jealous, too.
SPIKE
Yeah, well… let's just say Angel
and I had a disagreement, now he
has his business and I've got mine,
and never the twain shall meet.
Skye YAWNS and stretches out like a lazy kitten.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Look, you're obviously bushwhacked,
so let me put you up for the night,
and if you still really want to, we
can go see Angel tomorrow. There's
a spare room upstairs you can crash
in.
SKYE
Okay, cool. Thanks.
Skye stands, gathers her bag and heads up a staircase at the
rear of the office. Spike stays in thought for a second until
Illyria steps back into frame.
ILLYRIA
Is the child staying here?
SPIKE
She's not a child, she's a client.
And clients pay. You may not be the
materialistic type, but I am, and
we've barely got enough left in the
kitty to keep the plaster up at the
moment. We need all the clients we
can get!
ILLYRIA
There is something strange about
her. Some kind of power I found
familiar, but could not place.
SPIKE
We'll find this out in the morning.
Right now, I'm going to put these
bits of shopping away and go to bed
for as much of tomorrow as I can
get away with.
Spike picks up his grocery bags and heads off screen. Illyria
pauses, looking thoughtful, before she follows.
15 INT. SPIKE'S ROOM. MORNING. 15
Spike is fast asleep in bed as a loud KNOCKING sound is
heard. His eyes spring open and he sits up, looking round and
scratching the back of his head.
The KNOCKING continues, and with a few muttered words Spike
swings out of bed, pulls on a pair of jeans and heads for the
door.
SPIKE
Alright, alright! Bloody hell, if
you're trying to raise the dead,
you've-
He opens the door, and is greeted by the smiling HARMONY.
SPIKE (cont'd)
… managed.
(beat)
Harmony?
HARMONY
Hi, honey! Just woke up?
SPIKE
I- you- what?
HARMONY
I know, I should've called first or
something, but I figured I should-
Harmony SQUEAKS as Spike grabs her round the throat and SLAMS
her against the bedroom wall.
HARMONY (cont'd)
… just swing by?
SPIKE
You evil little harpy! You sold us
out! You're as bad as bloody Angel!
HARMONY
I was only- huh?
SPIKE
Just so you know, I hold you and
him personally responsible for Wes
and Gunn getting killed, so you've
got about five seconds to stammer a
few last words before I stake-
HARMONY
(quickly)
I'll pay you if you help me!
That does the trick. Spike releases her and steps back.
Harmony coughs and rubs her sore neck.
HARMONY (cont'd)
Geez, aggressive much?
SPIKE
Don't push it, Harm. Tell me what
you came here for before I ask
Illyria to eject you from the
premises. And believe me, she's not
very happy with you either.
HARMONY
I'm trying to track someone down.
SPIKE
For Wolfram & Hart? Why would we
want to help them?
HARMONY
No, silly, I'm freelance now, like
you. Angel fired me, remember? I
mean, I know that technically, yes,
I did sleep with Marcus and kind of
give away your big plan and all,
but, you know, you're still here,
so it all worked out for the best!
Right?
Harmony takes in Spike's dark look, clears her throat and
carries on talking quickly.
HARMONY (cont'd)
I'm looking for a little boy. My
employers are paying me a heck of a
lot of cash to find this kid of
theirs, and if you help me out, I'm
sure we can come to some kind of
arrangement!
SPIKE
Never had you figured for the
mercenary type, Harm!
HARMONY
(smiles brightly)
Oh, I'm just full of surprises! So
are you in?
SPIKE
Keep talking. Who is this urchin
and why do they want to pay so
much?
Harmony reaches into her shoulder bag for a manilla envelope,
which she hands to Spike.
HARMONY
He's been in one of LA's orphanages
for a few months now, but they
never knew his last name so he's
been hard to track down. His family
want him back because he's the last
in his line and the heir to a
multi, multi million dollar fortune
one day.
Spike opens the envelope. Inside are photocopies of several
old family photos of the boy in question – and it's Joe, the
boy we saw in the orphanage earlier.
SPIKE
So what's the catch?
HARMONY
(innocently)
Catch? What catch? Why would there
be a catch? This is catchless! A
catch-free deal of a lifetime!
SPIKE
Pull the other one, Harm, it's got
bells on.
He tosses the envelope back at her. Harmony's face drops.
HARMONY
So… you're not interested?
SPIKE
(beat; sighs)
Much as I'd like to say no… we need
the money. So go wait downstairs
for me to get dressed, and we'll
sort this out.
Harmony smiles merrily and turns to leave.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oh, and don't let Illyria see you,
I'd hate for her to beat you to
death with your own arms before I
had a chance to explain everything.
Spike SLAMS his door closed in her face, forcing a:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
16 INT. SPIKE'S OFFICE. DAY. 16
Harmony is nosing round the office as Spike and Skye come
down the stairs. She smiles brightly again, but it bounces
right off Spike. Harmony spots Skye and raises a suspicious
eyebrow
HARMONY
And who's this?
SKYE
Why does everybody keep saying
that?
SPIKE
Skye, this is Harmony. She's an old
acquaintance. I'll handle her, you
take a seat.
(to Harmony)
She's our current client, someone
we should actually be helping
instead of letting you distract us.
HARMONY
Right! I'd better get down to
business then, huh?
Harmony opens her bag and takes out a notepad, laying it on
Spike's desk and flicking through it.
HARMONY (cont'd)
I've checked out every foster home
I can in this area, there's only
two left. This one's quite close to
your offices, so I thought I'd come
see if you wanted to help!
SKYE
Help with what?
SPIKE
Harmony wants us to help her find
some abandoned orphan from a local
car home, so she can make a big fat
profit out of it.
HARMONY
Hey! So do you, mister!
SPIKE
(beat)
Anyway, if it's alright with you,
we were going to take this job.
It won't take too long, so I can
get more chances to talk you out of
going to see Angel.
SKYE
Spike, I'm not sure I-
ILLYRIA (O.S.)
What is that wench doing here?!?
Illyria storms into frame, heading straight for Harmony. She
jumps up, terrified, but Spike gets in front of her and holds
Illyria back – just.
SPIKE
Calm down! Harmony's brought us a
job offer! Remember? Jobs equal
money?
Illyria looks from Spike to Harmony, then with a grunt steps
back.
ILLYRIA
I do not trust her.
SPIKE
You don't need to, I'm the boss
round here. It's a simple snatch
and grab, nothing too fancy.
(to Harmony)
Right?
HARMONY
Absolutely!
She beams at Illyria, who remains unimpressed.
ILLYRIA
Very well. But I will carve my name
in her chest with her own spine if
she shows any signs of duplicity.
Illyria walks out of the office, and a bemused Harmony looks
after her.
HARMONY
She hasn't changed much, huh?
SPIKE
Harm? Just keep quiet.
Spike shrugs on his jacket as Skye walks over to him.
SKYE
So… you need a hand?
SPIKE
Suit yourself, you can stay here
'til we get back if you like.
SKYE
No, it's cool, I'll come along.
(eyes Harmony)
You know, just in case.
Spike nods, and as Skye grabs her jacket we cut to:
17 EXT. FANTHORPE'S ORPHANAGE. DAY. 17
Squinting up at the cloudy sky overhead, Spike joins Skye and
Illyria – who's concealed beneath a thick overcoat – as they
stand outside the orphanage. Harmony closes the door to her
car and locks it before joining them.
The building itself is an old fashioned, Gothic design, full
of pointed roofs and thick window frames.
SKYE
Looks like the set of a Tim Burton
movie!
HARMONY
It's the last one on the list, if
he's not in here, then he's not
here!
SPIKE
Whatever, let's get indoors before
the sun comes back out and they
find three neat piles of ash on
their doorstop.
HARMONY
(blinks)
Three?
SKYE
I'm a vampire, but the sun wouldn't-
HARMONY
Oh! Uh, congratulations!
Skye raises an eyebrow at Harmony before Spike ushers them
all down the path leading to the front doors.
SPIKE
Right, here's the plan. Illyria,
you keep quiet.
ILLYRIA
For once, I agree with you. Human
infants unnerve me.
SPIKE
Harmony and I are going to pose as
prospective parents to get our
hands on the urchin if he's here,
so Skye, you're our backup. If
anything goes wrong, you get in and
steal the kid.
SKYE
Sure, I- what?
SPIKE
Is that a problem? We're not
exactly selling him into slavery,
we're getting him back to his mum
and dad! All I'm saying is, if
diplomatic methods fail, we switch
to more direct tactics.
SKYE
(beat; sighs)
Okay, whatever.
Spike knocks at the orphanage's door as Illyria and Skye head
round the side of the building, out of view.
The door opens and Annie greets them, looking about as
friendly as a basket full of hornets.
ANNIE
Can I help you?
SPIKE
Yes, we're-
HARMONY
(holds up business card)
Wolfram & Hart, attorneys at law,
the relatives of one of the
children in your custody here have
asked us to find him and bring him
home!
ANNIE
(studies card)
I see. You'd better come in then.
She heads off as Spike hangs back to whisper to Harmony.
SPIKE
I thought you said-
HARMONY
So I stole a few business cards,
big deal! We're in, aren't we?
She marches off, and an exasperated Spike follows.
18 EXT. FANTHORPE'S ORPHANAGE – WEST WING. DAY. 18
Skye tucks herself in underneath an overhanging canopy as
Illyria shrugs off the overcoat and stretches. She notices
Skye looking curiously at her.
ILLYRIA
Is there something you wish to ask?
SKYE
Huh? Oh, no, just wondering… well,
actually, yeah – what are you?
ILLYRIA
I am Illyria.
SKYE
Yeah, I got that part, seeing as
that's what people have been
calling you all day. What I mean
is, what are you? Demon? Ghost?
Marilyn Manson groupie?
ILLYRIA
I am an Old One, trapped inside
this human shell.
SKYE
Oh, so that isn't your real body?
Illyria lifts her hands and studies them.
ILLYRIA
This form is… my true nature is
beyond your comprehension. They
have neutered my magics to allow me
to live on in this body.
SKYE
Magics? Cool! What could you do?
ILLYRIA
Many things. Destroy a being just
by willing it so, travel great
distances in the blink of an eye,
even-
SKYE
Travel? Hmm…
(thinks)
Listen, I've got an idea, something
that's been bugging me. Can you
still do any of that magic stuff?
ILLYRIA
I… I have not attempted it, not
since Wesley-
SKYE
Yeah, yeah, neutered, got it. But
have you tried at all?
Illyria looks down at Skye, then cocks her head to one side
as she considers this. She looks to her left and raises one
hand into the air, bringing it slowly down as though cutting
through something.
Nothing happens, but this time Illyria closes her eyes and
tries again.
There is a ripple of blue light, leaving a trail through the
air. She opens her eyes and it vanishes, but she turns to
Skye and sees her grinning happily.
SKYE (cont'd)
Sweet!
ILLYRIA
I-I didn't know I could still…
SKYE
Okay, here's my idea. Something
about this whole deal's smelt wrong
since that blonde airhead walked
into the office, so while we were
on our way over I took the liberty
of looking through her bag, and I
found this.
Skye holds up Harmony's notepad, and a page that has an
address and the label 'Training Institute – for the boy.'
ILLYRIA
'Training institute'?
SKYE
That's what I thought. I don't
think we're taking this kid back to
his parents at all, and I think you
and me should go check this place
out before Spike gets the kid.
ILLYRIA
How are we to travel? This address
is many miles away, we do not have
time-
SKYE
Uh, hello? 'Travel great
distances,' that's what you said!
Come on, Illy, open up one of those
blue portal things and let's book!
We can be there and back in no
time. Whaddya say? I didn't know
how I was gonna do this until you
told me you could do magic, so
let's get to it!
Illyria looks down at her hands again, then clenches her
fists. Determined, she looks back up and traces a finger down
through the air, this time opening a solid-looking portal in
the air.
She glances back at Skye, who grins and walks past her,
straight through it. After a beat, Illyria follows, and the
portal closes up after them.
19 INT. ORPHANAGE – PLAY ROOM. DAY. 19
Annie leads Spike and Harmony into the bright play room where
we met Joe earlier, and there he is again, writing on a pad
of paper in the corner.
ANNIE
Do you have anything other than his
first name? I mean, what kinds of
identification do you-
Harmony hands Annie a photo – a family portrait that is
clearly of Joe. Annie looks from it to the boy and back.
ANNIE (cont'd)
Ah. Well. In that case, it looks
like you've found who you're
looking for! I'll go get the
necessary paperwork.
HARMONY
Thank you!
Annie hurries away, and a beaming Harmony turns to Spike.
HARMONY (cont'd)
See? Told you this would be easy!
SPIKE
This still feels too easy. Most of
the jobs I went on with Angel
involved something going wrong.
HARMONY
Look around, Spike. No more Angel.
You're your own man, now! Head
honcho! And I gotta say…
(nuzzles closer)
… it's kind of a turn on…
Spike eyes her, then grins.
SPIKE
Really?
HARMONY
Oh yeah! Guys in positions of power
have always done that to me,
usually makes me want to start
coming up with my own positions…
A beat as the two stare intensely at each other, before Annie
clears her throat off screen and Harmony turns back round,
her professional smile firmly in place.
ANNIE
Here's all the usual forms, I'll
need you to fill these out so we
can start the proceedings.
HARMONY
That's fine. My clients are eager
to recover little Joey, so they'll
want to get this moving quick as
they can!
Annie throws Harmony a disinterested smile and heads into the
play room, as Spike starts to groom himself behind Harmony's
back, smoothing his hair down.
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