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FADE IN:
10 INT. EMPTY BUILDING - NIGHT 10
INSERT OVER - LOS ANGELES, 1989
A familiar ROAR echoes throughout the desolate warehouse
before a man comes FLYING onto scene. He lands face down on
the ground. This is MACKLIN -- young demon hunter
extraordinaire. He's in his early twenties with short brown
hair and a long trench coat, looking like a modern day Van
Helsing.
As soon as he hits the ground, he quickly turns and looks
back. Just as he does, he rolls across the ground and
narrowly avoids being trampled by the cazador.
Macklin jumps to his feet and grabs his sword from the
ground. He dodges a rush attack from the beast not once, but
twice.
The second time he's able to push the cazador against a
concrete wall. As he does, he shoves his sword into the
beast's back. Once more, the ghastly ROAR fills the building.
Having apparently done this on more than one occasion,
Macklin hurriedly takes a defensive stance and prepares for
the next attack, but --
The cazador falls lifelessly to the ground.
Nearly in disbelief, Macklin waits for nearly a minute before
advancing on the motionless demon. When he finally does,
however, he's astonished to find that it's dead.
He takes a few delusional steps back and begins to slowly
chuckle. His chuckles continue to grow until they've become
full scale laughter.
MACKLIN
(in between gasps)
You daft bastard!
(beat)
It worked!
He continues laughing just long enough to fall down.
Completely exhausted, he sits motionless for a good while
before crawling over to the demon. He rolls it over and
examines the puncture wound that he had administered.
Just underneath a broad piece of armor-like skin lays a small
spot of unprotected skin that gave way to his heart that he
had inadvertently managed to penetrate. He smiles boldly as
he lays on the ground beside the decaying body.
11 EXT. WOODED AREA - MORNING 11
Macklin stands over a grave that he had mustered up the
strength to dig. Harnessing the last bit of energy within his
body, he's able to push the mangled body of the cazador into
the ground.
After a moment, he starts shovelling dirt back into the grave
as the sun starts to rise in the b.g.
12 EXT. WOODED AREA - LATER 12
The large dirt pile that had stood alongside the man is now
gone, returned back to ground and covering the body of the
beast. From within a pouch on his side, Macklin removes a
flask of a magical potion and sprinkles it around the grave;
uttering several verses in a strange, foreign dialect.
He smiles wholeheartedly as he begins the walk back to his
car, casting one look back at the demon's grave before he
starts the engine.
As his car pulls off, however, a cloaked MAN appears from
behind a group of trees. He watches Macklin drive away, and
then slowly makes his way to stand above it.
MAN
(mutters)
That idiot...
He drops a cigarette on the ground as the shovel breaks the
dirt once more.
13 INT. ALLIANCE LAYER. DAY. 13
Macklin stands in front of a large group of men, professing
his story to an unbelieving crowd.
VOICE (O.S.)
You're to have us believe that you
killed the beast?
Macklin turns from the group to see a much younger Johansen
standing before him.
MACKLIN
You'll believe what you want to
believe. What I'm telling you is
the truth.
JOHANSEN
(arrogantly)
Right... so how'd you do it? When
every man who has gone against the
cazador has perished?
How did you, Macklin, succeed where
all others had failed?
MACKLIN
I finally found a weakness that no
one else had. It was a small spot
on his back-
JOHANSEN
So if you really killed the beast,
like you claim, you won't have a
problem with showing us its body.
MACKLIN
(beat)
I can't, it's been buried.
JOHANSEN
Of course it has.
The men begin laughing.
MACKLIN
It has, I swear to it! I buried it
with my own two hands!
JOHANSEN
Then I suppose that you buried it
on sacred ground?
MACKLIN
Of course I did, I'm not ignorant
in the rules of consecration!
JOHANSEN
So then, it's at Eagle's Bluff?
MACKLIN
It is, so don't-
JOHANSEN
Perhaps we should all take a trip
to Eagle's Bluff, then? If the
cazador is truly down for good, we
won't have to focus so much of our
efforts toward capturing it.
MACKLIN
Can you people not just take my
word for it? Disturbing the beast's
resting place could awaken and
restore him to full health!
JOHANSEN
I'm aware of the scripture,
Macklin!
And I'm not about to risk the well
being of the entire organization so
you can catapult yourself to some
kind of demon hunting hero!
MACKLIN
Fine! Do as you will, but when you
raise the beast, I'll have no part
in it! These mens' blood is on your
hands, not mine!
JOHANSEN
If there is any blood shed, I
guarantee you that I will not be at
fault!
(calmly to the men)
Gentleman, follow me.
The group of men stand and follow Johansen from the room.
MACKLIN
It's there! You'll see... you'll be
kissing my ass when you return!
Macklin appears to be extremely nervous -- knowing that the
odds of killing the cazador a second time are worse than
killing him the first. Preparing for the worst, he takes a
seat at what appears to be the conference table, places his
sword on the table and pours a shot from a nearby bottle of
whiskey.
14 INT. ROGUE LAYER - MEETING ROOM - NIGHT 14
Macklin is asleep at the table as we hear a door SLAM shut
off screen.
JOHANSEN (O.S.)
Macklin!
Macklin quickly raises up from his unplanned slumber, and
sees Johansen leading the group of men back into the
building. He quickly stands up from the chair.
MACKLIN
Well? Did you disturb it? Does it
still sleep?
JOHANSEN
I'd like to apologize to you,
Macklin.
A beat. Macklin frowns.
JOHANSEN (cont'd)
I didn't think that you had the
nerve to try and pull off this big
of a flamboyant deception simply to
get recognition. You are by far
more pathetic than I had ever given
you credit for!
The group of men begin laughing as Macklin looks confused.
MACKLIN
Wha-what do you mean? Did you
awaken the beast?
RANDOM GUY
(laughing)
What beast?!
JOHANSEN
There was nothing there, Macklin.
MACKLIN
But... the grave!
JOHANSEN
Oh, there was a grave, sure enough,
but when we broke the ground, there
was nothing within.
The men begin laughing even more heartily.
JOHANSEN (cont'd)
Clever of you to even pour the
potion around to try and scare us
from digging the "grave" up.
MACKLIN
No... No! Something must have
happened to it. He must have risen
before you arrived!
JOHANSEN
Just give it up, man. You've been
caught. Do the honorable thing and
admit your fraud.
MACKLIN
No! I will not lie to-
JOHANSEN
That's enough!
The men stop laughing.
JOHANSEN (cont'd)
I will not listen to this a second
time. You've disgraced yourself,
but you will not take the rest of
us down with you!
MACKLIN
You're wrong. And I'll prove it!
Macklin storms out of the building as the men watch.
15 EXT. WOODED AREA 15
Back at the grave, Macklin rushes over to its side to see
that it does indeed stand empty. He falls to his knees as he
runs his hands through the dirt.
MACKLIN
(almost in tears)
Who would do this?
16 INT. TAYLOR'S BASE - MORNING 16
INSERT OVER - Present Day.
A knock on a door quickly gets TAYLOR'S attention. He sits
alone in a room somewhere within his base. He was reading a
report, and quickly slips it beneath a pile of papers that
sit atop the table.
TAYLOR
Come in.
The door slowly opens and Angel walks in.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Angel? What's going on? Feeling
restless, what with it still being
daytime and all?
ANGEL
Actually, I was hoping that I could
use your database to find some
information on a demon.
TAYLOR
Any demon in particular?
ANGEL
It's called the cazador, also known
as 'The Hunter.'
TAYLOR
Isn't that what a lot of 'em are
called?
ANGEL
Apparently, this one's well
renowned for it.
TAYLOR
Go ahead. Mi case es su casa.
ANGEL
Since when?
TAYLOR
Yeah, you're right... but go ahead
anyway.
(smiling)
You've got my permission.
ANGEL
Well, ain't I just the luckiest
stiff in town.
Angel exits the room.
TAYLOR
(to himself)
It's good to be the boss.
17 INT. TAYLOR'S BASE - COMPUTER ROOM 17
Angel sits alone in a room that is sporadically lined with
computers -- obviously a perk from Taylor's corporate
funding. Angel is trying desperately to get one of the
computers to work.
ANGEL
(to the computer)
Why aren't you working?
SONIA (O.S.)
Problems?
Angel turns around, a bit surprised by the intrusion, to see
SONIA standing just within the doorway.
ANGEL
No. I'm just-
SONIA
Let me guess, you're two hundred
years old, and computers aren't.
ANGEL
(reluctantly)
Something like that.
SONIA
Need some help?
ANGEL
As much as I hate to admit it...
Yes. I'm stuck.
SONIA
Alright, tough guy, scoot over.
She walks into the room, as Angel stands from the chair in
front of the computer and pulls another one up beside it.
SONIA (cont'd)
You know, this is a relatively
simple procedure. Small children
can do it!
ANGEL
Small children weren't born when
there was no electricity.
Sonia looks at him curiously for a moment.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I mean, they were... children were
born then, obviously. I wasn't born
a vampire. I was just saying that-
SONIA
(grins; interrupting)
What is it exactly that you're
looking for?
ANGEL
(quickly)
Thank you.
(BEAT)
I'm looking for a demon called the
cazador, also known as the
'hunter.'
SONIA
The hunter of...?
ANGEL
Nothing. Just the hunter.
SONIA
Oh.
ANGEL
I know, sounds cryptic. Don't ask.
Sonia smiles and types in a long line of commands that brings
up the database's main menu. Angel watches, captivated -
computers aren't his thing.
ANGEL (cont'd)
How did you do that?
SONIA
Just the right combination of
commands. It's like telling a dog
to do something really quickly...
only if the dog understands ones
and zeros, that is.
Angel stares at her blankly.
SONIA (cont'd)
I can tell that I'm going to have
to ease you into the world of
computers. Have you ever actually
operated a computer, or are you a
hard up virgin?
ANGEL
No. I'm not a... where do you come
up with your analogies?
SONIA
I dunno. School?
ANGEL
To answer the question, yes I have.
Cordel... my former assistant
insisted on having a computer in
the office. Things were all fine
and good when she was around, but
when she left, we went back to the
old fashioned way of doing
business.
SONIA
Which is?
ANGEL
Books.
SONIA
Ooh, I've heard of those!
Sonia grins, but Angel isn't in the mood for jokes. Sonia
takes the hint, coughs once and types some more.
SONIA (cont'd)
Okay, the cazador... I'm not seeing
anything here.
ANGEL
That figures.
SONIA
Hold on. Let me try something else.
Sonia hits the keys again in rapid succession and then waits
a moment.
SONIA (cont'd)
(confused)
Okay...?
ANGEL
What?
SONIA
We've got a name.
ANGEL
A name?
SONIA
Yep. Maybe it's a cover, like James
Bond. You know that's not his real
name, right?
Angel stares at the screen.
SONIA (cont'd)
Yeah... so, anyway. There's an
address too.
ANGEL
Well, only one thing to do.
SONIA
Need help?
ANGEL
No. I think I'll be alright. I
doubt that...
(looking at the name)
... Charles Macklin is the
cazador's alter-ego, somehow, it's
probably just the only name we've
got that's linked to it.
SONIA
Weirder things have happened.
ANGEL
Thanks for the offer.
SONIA
You gonna be alright in the
daylight?
ANGEL
I'll manage.
Sonia watches Angel get up and leave, then goes back to
studying the information on the cazador.
18 INT. MACKLIN'S HOME - MORNING 18
A long, wood-panneled corridor is covered from end to end
with framed pictures, all sharing a common denominator -
they're all of Macklin, but from a long time ago, from when
he was a young man. He is accompanied by a number of likewise
well dressed men in the pictures, some of them alongside the
decaying bodies of deceased demons.
The rest of the room is much of the same. It seems to be
caught in time. Not a single piece of furniture appears to
have been bought within the last ten years. From off screen,
we hear the clink of a glass and a liquid being poured
within.
19 INT. MACKLIN'S HOME - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 19
Nothing is out of place and everything shines. Across the
room, at the table sits an aged Macklin. In front of him is a
bottle of Jack Daniels. He effortlessly takes down the shot
that sits in front of him, and immediately pours another.
MACKLIN
Jack Daniels... if you please.
He takes the second shot as well. As he slams the empty glass
back down, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 INT. WHITE ROOM 20
An entirely white room, reminiscent of the one the Conduit
inhabited, is the scene. We make a circle around the room
twice until we finally come to see SPIKE, who doesn't seem to
know where he is.
SPIKE
What the bloody...
Spike turns around several times.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(racking his brain)
I must have passed out. Damn!
Sodding cheap arse tequila...
(knocking on his head)
I wonder how long I'm going to be
stuck in here?
VOICE (O.S.)
That really depends.
The voice is overly familiar. Spike turns around as fast as
humanly possible to see --
BUFFY, standing before him. Spike stares in amazement for
several seconds without saying a word.
SPIKE
Buffy?
BUFFY
Actually, no.
Spike stares at her with a bemused look upon his face.
SPIKE
Beg your pardon, then, Not Buffy,
but you'd come in first, second,
and third in a lookalike contest, I
can guaran-damn-tee that!
BUFFY
(rolling her eyes)
I'm not a person. I'm only a
messenger.
SPIKE
(confused)
Then why do you look like her?
BUFFY
Look, I'm just doing my job. I show
up, I tell you important things, I
go. My form is left entirely up to
you.
SPIKE
So you're saying that you're a
figment of my imagination, and that
since I think about Buffy, that you
look like her?
BUFFY
More or less. Now let's-
SPIKE
(smirks)
I didn't realize I'd got the whole
damn bottle down me! I must be off
my trolley to be daydreaming about
you again!
BUFFY
You're not drunk, Spike! Man,
you're still just as big an ass as
you always were, huh?
SPIKE
You say you're not her, but you
damn sure sound and act like her!
BUFFY
Would you just shut up long enough
for me to tell you what it is I
came to tell you, so I can leave?
SPIKE
Still bossing me around after all
this time. Haven't seen you in
bloody years, and the first thing
you do is dish out orders! That's
rich. And also, I might add, very
in keeping with your character...
BUFFY
This is going to get really ugly if
you don't shut up!
SPIKE
(promiscuously)
Trying to get me all riled up, are
we, pet? I knew you wouldn't be
able to resist when we finally met
up again.
(walking closer)
Fancy a shag for old time's sake?
Buffy PUNCHES spike. He holds his hand over his face for a
moment.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Jesus Christ!
When he looks back up, it's no longer Buffy --
Angel now stands in front of him.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oh bloody hell... I don't want to
know what my subconcious is trying
to tell me with this one!
ANGEL
Now, let's get this finished.
SPIKE
What's the deal here, eh? I liked
it a whole sight better when you
were Buffy. Change back!
ANGEL
No.
SPIKE
You are such an arrogant bastard.
Do you know that? A hundred years
of your crap, and you still think
you're God's gift to humanity!
(smiling boldly)
You should have been here just a
bit ago. Buffy was here. She visit
your mind much?!
ANGEL
We just went through this! I am not
Angel!
SPIKE
Well then, turn back to Buffy!
ANGEL
No! Look, this is going to take all
night if you don't-
SPIKE
You said that your form was
entirely up to me!
ANGEL
Yeah, well, I used an executive
privilege.
SPIKE
Just tell me whatever the hell you
want to say and get well out of my
head! This is utterly confusing.
It's like... wait a tick, you're
not the First again, are you?!
Angel rushes over and pins Spike on the floor -- his boot on
Spike's throat.
ANGEL
I usually don't resort to violence,
but this... actually feels really
good. Now that I've got your
undivided attention, I'm sure you
remember the Shanshu Prophecies?
He loosens the pressure on Spike's throat and steps back.
Spike lays glaring at him while rubbing his neck.
SPIKE
Yeah. Piece of paper that you..
(shaking his head)
...Angel got all upset over, 'cause
he thinks I've come to steal his
mojo.
ANGEL
Exactly. You think that you're the
prophesized one?
SPIKE
Damn right I do. Angel thinks he's
all high and bloody mighty because
he's got a soul. Well, he's not the
only one anymore! I'm just as
deserving as he is. I saved the
world! Of course, everyone wants to
forget about that little tidbit of
information and focus on the
torture and killing... not like
Angel was any better before that
bleeding curse. Who do you think I
learned from?! But just because
he's been doing this longer,
everyone trusts him! Bullocks. If I-
ANGEL
(interrupts)
There's a way to prove yourself.
SPIKE
...ever get my- what?
ANGEL
There's another part to the Shanshu
Prophecy.
SPIKE
Another part?
Angel nods along. Spike raises a curious eyebrow.
ANGEL
You want to get your hands on it,
don't you?
SPIKE
You damn well know I do. You just
heard the speech!
(beat)
Where is it?
ANGEL
You know where it is.
Spike stares boldly into the camera, working out what he
already knows to be true when we SMASH CUT TO:
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