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TEASER
1 INT. HYPERION - NIGHT 1
The hallways are nearly completely in darkness, the only
light coming from an illuminated night light up on the
mezzanine floor.
A mingling shadow begins to creep across the floor and spill
over onto the walls, but stops short.
Our attention is quickly shifted when ILLYRIA walks
apathetically around a distant corner. She walks carelessly
for a moment with her head in the proverbial clouds before
she abruptly stops. She stares fiercely in our direction.
ILLYRIA
You are not real.
Silence.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
I have seen this thing many times
in my youth. You exist to haunt the
core of a weakened mind.
(smirking)
I created your kind for amusement.
(beat; angrily)
My mind, however, is not weakened.
Illyria turns and walks back, not hesitating for a moment.
When she is firmly out of sight, the shadow slowly resumes
its trek until a pair of boots come to stand defiantly in our
view, before we cut to:
2 INT. HYPERION - ILLYRIA'S ROOM 2
Illyria angrily SLAMS the door to her room as she enters,
looking back as a tear rolls down her cheek. She stands like
so for a moment before speaking.
ILLYRIA
I told you to cease your futile
attempts at penetrating my mind!
WESLEY (O.S.)
I'm not a ghost, Illyria.
Illyria turns to see WESLEY standing confidently in the
corner of the room.
ILLYRIA
You are dead! Do not insult my
intelligence by acting as though I
do not understand the laws of this
world.
WESLEY
I really haven't the time to argue
physics with you, Illyria, so I'm
going to make this quick.
Wes takes a few steps closer as he begins to explain himself.
As he does, Illyria reaches her hand around his neck to lift
him off of the ground, but her hand goes straight through
him!
ILLYRIA
(assertively)
This is not normal behavior for a a
living being.
WESLEY
(sternly)
You have to stay away from Wolfram
and Hart, it is of extreme
importance.
Illyria stares curiously at Wesley for a moment without
responding.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Something is coming, Illyria.
Something big that they are trying
to release into the world. If you-
ILLYRIA
Enough!
(beat; angrily)
I will not waste another moment's
time entertaining the delusions of
an incorporeal being whose only
interest lies in confusion and
manipulation.
Wes reaches out to Illyria, puts his hand on her shoulder,
and stares convincingly at her. Illyria stares down at his
hand on her shoulder - it didn't go through!
She reaches her hand out and touches the solidness of his
hand and nearly has to gasp for air as she does so.
She stares at Wesley in awe as he smiles warmly.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
How is it that you come to this
place?
WESLEY
By using a form of astral
projection. I'm in a dimension
called-
SPIKE (O.S.)
Blue!
3 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - MORNING 3
Illyria FLIES out of her chair where she had been sleeping
and lifts SPIKE from the ground with one arm, leaving him
dangling.
He chokes for a beat before something dawns on him, and he
stares back at her, looking almost bored.
SPIKE
You can't choke me to death, your
highness, I don't breathe!
ILLYRIA
(confused)
Paradyse.
SPIKE
(sarcastically)
Yes. I'm enjoying myself as well.
(angrily)
Now put me down, before you-
Illyria drops Spike on the floor before he can finish his
sentence, turns, and walks quickly off screen.
Spike rubs his throat for a moment as he gazes up at SKYE who
is smiling at him with a slight chuckle.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(apathetically)
Glad you enjoyed the show.
SKYE
(shrugging)
It's been a boring day.
(beat)
What's her problem?
SPIKE
What's do you mean, 'what's her
problem'?
(walking away)
She's a woman, isn't she?
SKYE
Hey!
As Skye trots after Spike, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
4 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - MORNING 4
ANGEL sits restlessly at his desk, busily perusing a stack of
paperwork that stands mockingly in front of him on the
desktop. As he steadily flips between pages, he is
interrupted by an unusually gleeful Spike.
SPIKE (O.S.)
Good morning, boss!
ANGEL
(without looking up)
What do you want, Spike?
Spike plops down in the chair opposite and smiles boldly
without a word, until angel finally looks up at him and
stares back at Spike's onslaught of smiling carnage.
ANGEL(cont'd)
(annoyed)
Well?
SPIKE
(happily)
You've got a visitor.
Angel stares inquisitively for a few moments, before
realizing that Spike is enjoying himself far too much to
allow for such an easy allowance of information.
ANGEL
(slightly agitated)
Who is it?
SPIKE
Hold on. I want to savor this.
(beat)
It's the state inspector.
ANGEL
(worried)
State inspector of what?
SPIKE
Didn't think to ask. Someone says
he's an inspector, you just assume
that he's come to inspect
something.
Angel stands and looks quickly through the cracked door, to
see a well dressed man waiting impatiently in the lobby.
ANGEL
What does he want?
SPIKE
Kind of falls under the 'didn't ask
him' category, mate.
(beat; happily)
But if I had to venture a guess, I
would say that he's here about your
license.
ANGEL
What license?
SPIKE
(smiling)
Exactly.
Angel frowns at a joyful Spike and walks to the door.
5 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 5
A tall, well dressed, but geeky looking man in his late
thirties stands in the middle of the lobby, carefully
observing the whole of the hotel from the ground up.
ANGEL (O.S)
Can I help you?
The man nearly jumps off of the ground as he quickly whips
around to stare Angel in the face.
INSPECTOR
Mr. Angel?
ANGEL
Yes. And it's just 'Angel.'
INSPECTOR
(smiling)
I'm sorry. You startled me. My name
is Jonathan Embry, I'm a private
business inspector with the state
of California.
ANGEL
(beat; confused)
Is that supposed to mean something
to me?
INSPECTOR
It would, if you had ever filed to
become a licensed investigator.
Angel stares back at the man with a great deal of curiosity.
INSPECTOR (cont'd)
You see, Mr. Angel, you've been
operating your business illegally
for the past five years, but due to
a slight oversight within the
committee, nothing was ever done
about it.
ANGEL
So what does this mean?
INSPECTOR
It means that I'm going to have to
perform a conclusive investigation.
At the end of which, I will report
to the committee whether or not
that I recommend you be instated as
a fully credentialed private
investigation firm.
ANGEL
So you're going to be what,
studying us?
INSPECTOR
In essence. Is that a problem?
ANGEL
(uneasily)
Oh, no. No problem.
INSPECTOR
(smiling)
Great.
The inspector opens a large folder that has ANGEL
INVESTIGATIONS scribbled across the front of it, and with a
click, removes a pen from his shirt pocket.
INSPECTOR (cont'd)
So, how many people do you have
working for you?
ANGEL
Just one.
INSPECTOR
And his name?
ANGEL
(beat; conspicuously)
William. We-
ILLYRIA (O.S)
I do not care that he is busy!
The inspector redirects his gaze from Angel onto the
advancing Illyria, and watches with a certain uncertainty as
she approaches.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
(to Angel)
I must speak with you.
ANGEL
I'm actually busy right now, but-
ILLYRIA
The matter is of great importance!
INSPECTOR
I'm sorry. Who is this?
ANGEL
This-
ILLYRIA
My name is beyond your
comprehension, mortal.
Angel rubs his eyes, exasperated, before he turns back to the
inspector who stares, confounded, back at Illyria.
ANGEL
I... uh-
SPIKE (O.S)
(to Illyria)
You know what? I don't give a damn
if you were a god!
The inspectors gaze shifts once more from Illyria to Spike,
who rushes into view.
SPIKE (cont'd)
You're about to be taught a lesson
in manners that you won't soon
forget, princess!
Spike races in and lunges for Illyria. Illyria, however,
catches him in midair and hurls him across the room, smashing
through a table and landing hard upon the ground.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(yelling)
You filthy minx!
Spike jumps from the ground and rushes towards Illyria.
Angel stares at the wall behind his visitor as a loud CRASH
echoes off screen. The inspector is in awe at the royal
rumble while Angel simply drops his head into his hands,
staring at the floor. Angel sighs loudly before we cut to:
6 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 6
Angel is at his desk again, with Illyria, Spike and Skye
before him. He has his hands folded before his mouth,
contemplating something for a long beat.
ANGEL
And you're sure it was Wesley you
saw?
ILLYRIA
My senses may not be what they
were, but I believe I can still
recognise the face of the only one
among us who ever paid me any
respect! At first, I believed it to
be a mere spectre, sent here to
taunt me, but...
SPIKE
One of a kind, isn't he, our Wes?
I'm sure he'd love you mistaking
him for a ghost after all he did
for you...
(beat)
Well, this is all well and good,
but what are we supposed to do
about it? So he's stuck in another
dimension. Hooray for him. How are
we meant to get him back out?
ANGEL
We're not even sure this 'Paradyse'
exists yet, it could be a trick
from Wolfram & Hart. But... If it
was Wesley you saw, we owe it to
him to get him back home.
Angel stands, reaching out for his jacket.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I'll go see what I can find out,
the rest of you dig up some books,
look for anything mentioning this
'Paradyse' and if there's a way in.
SKYE
Where are you going?
Angel pauses in the doorway.
ANGEL
I'm checking my sources.
He heads out as Spike settles into Angel's chair with a
satisfied sigh.
SPIKE
Right! I'm glad to say our loveable
Forehead's absence puts me in
charge... Skye, go put the kettle
on, would you?
As Skye raises an eyebrow, we cut to:
7 INT. UTF - TAYLOR'S OFFICE 7
Angel pops his head in through a cracked door to find a
preoccupied TAYLOR, shouting loudly at one of his lackeys.
The MAN stands uneasily in front of Taylor and flinches with
every heightened release from Taylor's mouth.
Angel stops himself from interrupting and watches
intriguingly as the ass chewing continues.
TAYLOR
Did I give you confirmation to fire
upon the crowd?!
MAN
No, sir.
TAYLOR
That's precisely what I thought. So
what I'm struggling with is why
would you do something without
being given an order to do so?
MAN
Sir, I-
TAYLOR
Because for some strange reason, I
was under the impression that I was
the boss, and correct me if I'm
wrong, but isn't it the boss that
gives the orders in your typical
working environment, military or
otherwise?
MAN
Yes, sir.
TAYLOR
And yet you took it upon yourself
to think?
MAN
Sir, I-
TAYLOR
I've heard enough...
(notices Angel)
And now it looks like I've got a
pain in the ass vampire to deal
with, so just get out of my sight.
The lackey turns and walks quickly from the room. Angel
smiles as the scolded man passes, continuing his smile well
into Taylor's office. Taylor motions for Angel to sit.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Something I can do for you?
ANGEL
Impressive showing.
TAYLOR
A leader has got to keep his men in
line. They can't, for one second,
doubt your authority or your
sincerity when you promise
consequences.
ANGEL
And what kind of consequence is
that guy looking at?
TAYLOR
What do you want, Angel?
ANGEL
I'm looking for some information.
TAYLOR
Nearest blood bank is on 104th
street.
Taylor smiles and grabs for a sandwich that's lying on the
corner of his desk.
ANGEL
(ignoring sarcasm)
I need to find out about a
dimension called Paradyse.
TAYLOR
Looking for a vacation?
ANGEL
I just need to find out anything
that I can about. For starters,
whether or not it exists.
TAYLOR
What is it exactly that you're
looking for?
Taylor is busily unwrapping what appears to be his lunch and
barely taking note of Angel by this point.
ANGEL
I've got a lead on someone that
might be holed up there.
TAYLOR
Planning a rescue mission?
ANGEL
Something like that.
TAYLOR
(beat)
I'll get Sonia on it and let you
know, although I don't know why I
should-
When he looks up from his desk, the door is slowly coming to
with no sign of Angel anywhere.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
(mutters)
Dick.
8 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - AFTERNOON 8
Skye and Spike are chatting lazily at the front desk as the
hotel's front door swings open, to allow an ocean of sunlight
to sweep through the lobby. Spike eyes the sunlight
cautiously as it comes just short of reaching his seat.
SONIA casually strolls into the hotel, a backpack strapped
over her right shoulder and her smile in place.
SONIA
Hey, guys!
SPIKE
Your boyfriend's not here.
Skye slaps Spike's arm.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(overexaggerated)
Ow! Well, he isn't!
SONIA
(beat)
I'm actually looking for Angel.
SPIKE
(to Skye)
Is it okay if I take this one, or
am I in danger of another violent
outburst?
Skye glares sarcastically at Spike before he continues.
SPIKE (cont'd)
He's in his office per usual,
whining over today's events with
that inspector person.
SONIA
Inspector person?
SPIKE
Don't ask. He threw himself a bit
of a hissy and only shut up about
it an hour or so ago, and that's
just because he went into full on
brood mode. So do us a favor and
keep our lips sealed on the
subject, shall we?
SONIA
(wry)
I'll try to control myself.
9 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 9
Angel is at his desk, staring into the wall as a quiet knock
interrupts. He looks up to see Sonia smiling at the door.
ANGEL
Sonia, what are you doing here?
SONIA
Taylor sent me.
ANGEL
Bring me good news?
SONIA
Sort of.
(beat)
One of Taylor's contacts through
the Watcher's Council confirmed
that there is definitely an
alternate dimension known as
Paradyse.
ANGEL
(amazed)
I don't believe it.
(shaking his head)
That's great. What else did he find
out? I kinda need to get there in a
hurry.
SONIA
That's where the 'sort of' comes
in, I'm afraid.
Angel stares at her, waiting for the rest, but Sonia is
reluctant to break the news.
SONIA (cont'd)
The Council also told Taylor not to
allow you access to any pertinent
information relating to the
dimension.
ANGEL
What?!
SONIA
Apparently it's a rough place,
Angel. They said that it's too
risky to send anyone in... no
matter what the reason.
ANGEL
(beat; angrily)
Great. That's just-
SONIA
So... I stole the information for
you.
Angel looks curiously up from his rant to stare at Sonia, who
reaches into her backpack and pulls forth a stack of papers
and drops them on Angel's desk.
ANGEL
Wh- How?
SONIA
Off of Taylor's computer. I'm
second in command, remember? I get
the keys to his office. There's a
spell in there somewhere, if you
can finish translating it, you
should be able to open up a portal
into that dimension no problem.
ANGEL
I- I don't know what to say.
SONIA
You don't have to say anything.
Taylor is well intentioned, but he
can't see things unless they're
right in front of his face, and
even then it's strictly by the
books.
(rolling her eyes)
I swear he gets off on the chain of
command and basic procedures.
ANGEL
Thank you. I won't forget this.
SONIA
(smiling)
You'd better not, because if Taylor
finds out I did this for you, I may
need your help.
10 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - NIGHT 10
Angel, Spike, Illyria, Skye, and CONNOR are all in the middle
of the lobby. Angel and Illyria are translating text and
preparing a spell to open up a portal. Skye and Spike are
sitting down, watching the fireworks along with Connor.
ILLYRIA (O.S)
Your transcriptions are all wrong,
vampire!
ANGEL (O.S)
Well then, why don't you tell me
what it says?!
Spike smiles and shakes his head.
SPIKE
Good god, that girl has got a
temper!
CONNOR
It seems to be even worse today.
SPIKE
That's because Fred thinks that
there might be a chance at saving
her boyfriend.
SKYE
(confused)
Don't you mean Illyria?
SPIKE
Do you really think Illyria, former
god of the earth, gives a quid
about a decaying shell?
CONNOR
So...
SPIKE
That's right, kiddies. Illyria
isn't the one pushing the shopping
cart today.
SKYE
But how could-
ILLYRIA (O.S.)
For the last time, vampire, you are
doing this wrong!
Angel stands, frustrated, and walks away from Illyria, his
fists clenching.
ANGEL
Alright, fine, you do it, then! You
know, seeing as I'm obviously so
hopeless at this...
Illyria stares at the scroll, then kicks them to one side
with a sweep of her foot.
Raising a hand into the air, there is a BLAST of air through
the lobby, her long hair billowing out behind her, and then
with a CRACK of thunder and a FLASH of blue light, a whirling
vortex of a PORTAL opens before her.
Illyria simply turns and faces the astonished faces staring
at her - no words are needed. Spike breaks the silence after
a long beat.
SPIKE
(to Skye)
Well, time to go.
Skye and Connor join him, and the three of them stand
alongside Angel and Illyria to stare into the emptiness of
the portal. Skye eyes the portal uneasily, awaiting orders.
ANGEL
Everyone ready?
SPIKE
We will be able to follow our trail
of bread crumbs back home, right?
ANGEL
Assuming that they're not eaten by
some sort of blood hungry hell
beast, yeah.
SPIKE
(beat; nodding)
Works for me.
SKYE
So what do we do here?
SPIKE
What do you mean?
SKYE
We just jump through it?
SPIKE
(motioning to the portal)
We follow the yellow brick road.
SKYE
(beat)
Sorry, I'm just new to the world of
portals and it seems really
intimidating. Just give me a minute
to-
Spike interrupts her by grabbing her, throwing her over his
shoulder and leading the crew into the portal, with Skye
kicking all the way.
Connor and Angel share a quick smile before following Illyria
into the portal as well. A few moments later, the portal
begins to close and vanishes into the air.
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