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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. BOY'S HOME - NIGHT 1
A small, feeble house stands in what appears to be an rough
part of town. Lawns are saturated with empty liquor and beer
bottles. Scattered debris lines the roads.
A single light is burning within the home and as we slowly
creep toward that window, we can see that it's a dismally
decorated living room.
Peeking in through the randomly exposed gaps in the blinds,
we take in the aberration that is this family's home. A few
sparingly placed pictures appear to be the only objects in
the room that contain the slightest bit of ornate value and
hang against dingy, off white walls.
An impressive collection of beer bottles sit alongside a worn
out recliner in the far corner. A once magnificent fireplace
stands adjacent to the recliner and has apparently been
transformed into a makeshift trash can. As we curiously watch
the barren living room a --
CRASH!
Interrupts the eerie silence as an empty liquor bottle
explodes against the living room wall and signifies the
beginning of the night's activities.
2 INT. BOY'S HOME - LIVING ROOM 2
From inside the living room, we focus on a dimly lit hallway
that leads to the rest of the house. For a moment, the
hallway stands empty until a man strides into view.
HALKEN hurries through the living room and grabs a beer from
an ice chest that sits by his chair. Though from behind he
appears human, subtle variations on the face along with a
slightly protruding set of horns on his forehead, give way to
the fact that he is most definitely the carrier of demon
blood.
Directly behind him entering the room, is AMANDA, his wife.
She is a short, attractive, blonde woman in her early
thirties adorning an unattractive, cheap bath robe that was
most likely purchased from Wal-Mart. She seems infuriated as
she follows Halken into the living room.
AMANDA
(pointing to the beer)
I guess that you think this will
solve all of your problems?!
HALKEN
Not by a long shot. To solve all of
my problems, I would need a witch
to turn back time to the day that I
met you so I could run like hell in
the opposite direction!
(holding his beer up)
But this is a start. Maybe I'll
meet a witch when I go to the store
for more!
AMANDA
You're not getting any more!
HALKEN
Oh... but I am.
He picks up the empty ice chest.
HALKEN
Because this...
He hurls the ice chest across the room towards Amanda.
HALKEN
... is empty!
She dodges the ice chest, but takes a portion of the icy
water. And SCREAMS in anger.
AMANDA
This is the last time that I take
any of your crap!
She scoots across the room with near amazing speed and SLAPS
Halken's face. He slowly turns his head back to face her and
merely glares at her for several seconds before smiling a
deranged smile.
HALKEN
(slowly)
I was hoping that you'd do that.
He reaches back and SLAPS Amanda to the ground. As she begins
trying to get up, he grabs her by the back of the robe and
hurls her half way across the room. He confidently paces
toward her, preparing to finish the job before a YELL nearly
shakes the room.
VOICE (O.S.)
Leave my mommy alone!
Halken turns to see his son, BENJAMIN, standing just within
the shadows of the menacing hallway. The boy appears to only
be about ten years old and wears his pajamas as he confronts
his son of a bitch father.
HALKEN
You'll get your ass straight back
in bed if you know what's good for
you, boy!
AMANDA
(trying to sound normal)
Ben... just go back to bed,
sweetie.
Ignoring his mother's orders, he steps out of the shadows of
the hallway to face his father.
BENJAMIN
No! You're not going to hurt my
mommy anymore.
HALKEN
(angrily)
Fine. I had other plans, but... I
guess you can just serve as the
appetizer.
Halken nearly bursts into a sprint towards the child, but the
kid wisely turns and runs himself. The boy disappears from
view as Halken merges with the shadows in his dash down the
hall.
3 INT. BOY'S HOME - BEN'S ROOM 3
Ben runs through the open doorway and into the familiar
confines of his room. He shuts the door behind him and
promptly locks it before slowly beginning to back away from
the door. The room lays silent for a beat, before:
THUD!
Echoes throughout the room. The door was nearly dislodged
from its hinges. Three more times within the next few
seconds, the door is attacked, but the door somehow manages
to maintain its composure.
After a brief eye, however, the storm comes back in full
force as the door FLIES open. In the open doorway -- nothing.
After a short while, Ben cautiously walks toward the door.
Just as he is within inches of the door --
Halken abruptly pops into view. Ben jumps off of the ground
in fear and quickly retreats across the room and slumps down
in the corner. He sits there, shivering, as Halken smiles
devilishly at the boy.
HALKEN
(sounding absurdly evil)
Here's daddy...
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
4 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY 4
ANGEL sits stoically behind his desk with the morning
newspaper held firmly in front of him -- partly reading the
day's headlines and partly ignoring SPIKE'S ongoing stories.
Spike lounges comfortably in the chair opposite, recanting
the previous nights activities.
SPIKE
So I told the daft bastard that if
he didn't give her purse back, I
was going to rip his stumpy, ill
figured arms from his body and
pummel him to death with his own
sodding limbs!
ANGEL
(not paying attention)
Uh huh.
SPIKE
And then do you know what he says
to me...?
ANGEL
I'm sure you'll tell me.
SPIKE
You damn right I'm going to tell
you, because this is the best part
of the entire bloody story.
As Spike prepares for the grand finale of story hour, a faint
noise can be heard near Angel's door. He looks up from his
paper to see Amanda standing nervously at the door with a
fresh couple of bruises on her face.
SPIKE (cont'd)
That ignorant shaft had the gall to
say to me that he didn't think I
could do it!
ANGEL
Spike...
SPIKE
I know, I know... the nerve. So
there I am tugging like a sailor,
trying to detach this poor sod's
arms from his body and the whole
while the girl is screaming...
(in a girlie voice)
...just let him go! Please just let
him go!
ANGEL
(earnestly)
Spike!
SPIKE
(gesturing his actions)
Hang on, this is a good bit. So I
turned to her and said, this son of
a bitch tried to rob you, and
you're feeling bad over him losing
an appendage?!
(laughing)
But she was crying and carrying on,
like a damn newlywed Romagon demon!
ANGEL
(nearly yelling)
Spike!!
Spike seems oblivious, or apathetic rather, to Angel's words.
SPIKE
(laughing)
So I gave in... because that's when
I realized that I can't be a
sodding champion if I frolic about
tearing body parts from your random
street thugs. So I had to settle
for a good old fashioned thrashing.
(stopping to think)
I don't think I killed him, but
then again you can never be sure. I
really should have stuck around.
I'm trying to keep count of the
death toll these days. You know...
so I can work out how many pathetic
bastards I have to save in order to
stay out of the pit.
ANGEL
Spike, will you give it a rest?
SPIKE
What?! I'm done. Jesus, I have to
listen to every one of your
stories! I listened to you for a
hundred years and you can't hear me
for two minutes? I don't have to
take this shite - you can get
stuffed, mate!
Spike gets up and turns to leave, but sees Amanda who has
been standing there the entire time.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oh-
Angel shakes his head in disdain as Spike looks for the
words.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(to Amanda)
So... we're Angel Investigations.
(points)
That's Angel. He's a witless,
brooding, fool of a secretary, but
he does have tidy penmanship. So
you tell him what you need, he'll
write it down and I'll get on it.
Till then...
(to Angel)
... sod off!
Spike exits the room and leaves Angel forcing a calming smile
for Amanda's sake. Angel continues his smile for several
seconds while trying to think of a way out of the situation.
Finally, he pushes the page button on his phone:
ANGEL
(into the speaker phone)
Security... that crazy guy from the
insane asylum down the street is
back. Could you please escort him
off of the premises?
Angel sits back in his chair, not expecting a response
before:
SPIKE
(through the speaker)
Go to hell, you bloody tyrant!
Angel forces his best smile before we cut to:
5 INT. HYPERION - STAIRS 5
Spike walks upstairs towards one of the rooms, but on the
way, senses something. He looks curiously around the lobby
for a moment and then down the hallway, but quickly dismisses
it as nothing. As he turns to walk away, however, he hears a
vague sound from down the long hallway.
6 INT. HYPERION - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY 6
Spike walks cautiously through the halls, not knowing what to
expect, but with an eerie as hell feeling.
SPIKE
(nervously)
I've seen this movie.
If I see those sodding little girls
on their tricycles, so help me God,
Cleveland here I come!
As Spike walks past one of the many doors down the hallway,
one of them swings open. Instinctively, spike turns, and
swings a punch --
ILLYRIA grabs his hand from the air and stares blankly at
him.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Jesus Christ Vince Neil! Are you
just trying to kick start my bloody
heart?!
Illyria merely stares back. Spike looks inquisitively around
the vacant hallway several times before asking:
SPIKE
What the hell are you doing up here
anyway?
ILLYRIA
Nothing! Leave me be vampire.
SPIKE
You can't fool me. I know what
you're doing up here...
Illyria stares at him curiously for a moment, almost as
though she's been busted.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(promiscuously)
You've got a little sex toy up here
haven't you? Don't be shy introduce
us to the lucky bloke! I'm sure
that-
Illyria grabs Spike by the throat and lifts him from the
ground.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(gasping)
Right! My... mistake then. I'm just
going... to go... back downstairs.
Illyria drops him on the floor and he walks away, rubbing his
throat.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Bleeding lunatic. Thinks just
because she was a supreme being
that she can throw people around
any damn time she feels like it!
Illyria watches him walk away and all the way down the stairs
before opening the door again and to reveal a room full of
FRED'S clothes and belongings.
7 INT. HYPERION - FRED'S OLD ROOM. 7
Illyria closes the door, but as it swings to, there is
WESLEY, arms folded, watching Illyria start to pace around
the room, examining everything. He grins, as though his
suspicions have been confirmed.
WESLEY
Don't tell me, you're considering
making a shrine to a fallen
warrior, now that you've taken
control of her body?
Illyria whips round to face him, furious.
ILLYRIA
You dare to spy on me? If you were
of flesh, I would tear out your
eyes and make you swallow them, so
that you could see your insides as
I tore-
WESLEY
Please.
He waves a hand dismissively at her and strolls over. Illyria
blinks, taken aback by him.
WESLEY (cont'd)
The centuries-old tough talking
really doesn't suit you any more,
Illyria. If you want me to help you
understand these feelings you're
having, then graphic threats of
violence aren't really the answer,
are they?
Illyria opens her mouth to answer, but then like a scolded
child bows her head and nods. She rubs her arms.
ILLYRIA
Every day, it feels as though she
is beside me, looking over my
shoulder, watching everything I do,
trying to guide me. I believe she
wants to come back, perhaps make me
more like her...
Illyria turns round and fixes Wes with those big blue eyes.
ILLYRIA
And I believe she wants to love you
again.
Wes blinks - that caught him out!
WESLEY
She... Fred told you that?
ILLYRIA
Not in words. In emotions. Which,
as we have already established, I
am less than an expert at
interpreting.
Illyria turns suddenly and walks right up to Wesley, briefly
reaching out for him, then remembering he's incorporeal and
drawing her hands back.
ILLYRIA
When we make you flesh again, I
wish...
She trails off. Wes beckons for her to continue.
WESLEY
Yes?
ILLYRIA
I wish to know what love feels
like.
Wes chuckles and rubs the back of his head.
WESLEY
I'm hardly the man to talk about
love, Illyria, I was never really
one for what you'd call 'normal'
relationships, what with-
Illyria raises a finger to his lips to silence him.
ILLYRIA
You do not understand. I wish to
know what physical love feels like.
WESLEY
I... see.
ILLYRIA
I... I would take her form for you,
if that is what you wish?
WESLEY
Why me?
ILLYRIA
Because you are the only one this
shell wants.
Wes looks away, his head spinning, and without another word,
he turns and walks back out through one of the walls. Illyria
reacts as he leaves.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
(quietly)
Wesley?
Illyria stands alone in silence for several moments before we
cut to:
8 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 8
Angel sits in much the same position that he previously had
with SKYE leaning against the wall a few feet from his side.
Amanda sits in Spike's recently departed chair, telling Angel
her story.
AMANDA
It's getting hard to hide the
bruises on me... or on Ben.
Angel listens solemnly while Skye watches with a mixture of
grief and fury stricken across her face.
AMANDA
Last night was the worst that it's
been in a while. Benjamin couldn't
go to school today, so I just had
to make sure he was okay at a
friend's house, and I...
(hesitantly)
...is that all you need to know?
ANGEL
Ma'am, this sort of thing-
SKYE
I have a question.
(beat)
Why did you marry a low life,
abusive, self-centered asshole of a
demon in the first place?!
Amanda appears almost shocked and angel looks a little taken
by surprise himself.
AMANDA
(defensively)
It wasn't always like this! It used
to be-
SKYE
Yeah. I'm sure he just changed over
night. Why are you defending him?!
ANGEL
Skye...
Skye looks to Angel, but one look into his eyes and she backs
down.
ANGEL
Look, Amanda. I would really like
to help, but this isn't the type of
thing that we do here. We're an
investigation firm. I'm afraid that
we couldn't do a thing for you. We
don't serve justice. We
investigate. The best thing that
you can do is to go to the police.
AMANDA
I've been to the police!
ANGEL
What did they-
AMANDA
They did a conclusive investigation
and determined that there was no
wrong doing. They were in the house
for ten minutes and left!
ANGEL
Ma'am, I'm-
AMANDA
Do you have children, Mr. Angel?
ANGEL
(reluctantly)
Yes. I do.
AMANDA
How would you feel if you had no
control over what was happening to
them? Would you do anything in your
power to help your child?
ANGEL
I've been in that situation, and-
AMANDA
No you haven't. Not like this. I
need to-
SKYE
(forcefully)
Ever tried leaving him?
AMANDA
I can't. I couldn't- how would I
live? How could I support me and
Ben?
SKYE
That's your concern? You've got a
thin argument lady. How do expect
us to help you if you won't help
yourself?
Angel curiously eyes Skye as she continues her attack on the
woman, before we cut to:
9 INT. HYPERION - OUTSIDE ANGEL'S OFFICE 9
Through a nearly closed door, we watch Amanda sitting alone
in Angel's office.
SKYE (O.S.)
I think we should take the case.
Angel and Skye are talking quietly just outside the door.
ANGEL
Why? So you can continue your quest
to get her to burst into tears?
SKYE
What? No, that's... That's not what
I was trying to do.
ANGEL
I don't know if you noticed or not,
but you were being just a little
bit insensitive in there.
SKYE
I know, it's just... women like
that really piss me off.
Angel watches her, waiting for the rest of the story.
SKYE
They want to whine and complain
about these guys and at the end of
the day, she'll go back home to
him. She has no respect for herself
and more than that- no respect for
her son.
ANGEL
Well, she came here. She's
obviously trying.
SKYE
'Trying' would be to leave his
sorry ass!
ANGEL
It's not always that simple.
SKYE
(sarcastically)
Yeah. It kind of is.
(beat; agitated)
Are you going to take the case or
not?
ANGEL
(thinking)
I don't know. I mean, what would we
do? This isn't exactly our forte.
SKYE
I thought your deal was helping the
helpless?
(motioning to his office)
Take a look in there. That's about
as helpless as helpless gets.
Angel stands before her, obviously torn, for several more
seconds.
ANGEL
I don't know. Until we figure out
something to do, there really is no
need for us to take the case.
SKYE
Well that's good, because I know
what we should do.
(beat)
We should bust into the house
tonight and take the kid, before
that son of a bitch can do any
damage more permanent than he
already has.
ANGEL
(sarcastically)
I don't see that working out.
SKYE
Why?!
ANGEL
For one thing, it's against the law
to take a person's child.
SKYE
Spike almost beat a guy to death
last night. I know we're in LA, but
that's got to be at least frowned
upon!
ANGEL
And what do you suggest when we get
the kid? Pack him off to a Watcher
foster home like we did with the
last one? We can't start an
orphanage in the hotel. I somehow
doubt that Social Services is going
to allow a group of vampires and an
ancient demon living in our
friend's body to take in stray
children off the street!
SKYE
Angel, please. We can't leave the
kid to fend for himself. We have to
help him.
Angel stands for several seconds, not making a move before
Amanda slowly opens the door from within his office and steps
into the lobby alongside them.
AMANDA
(impatiently)
Can you people help me or not?
ANGEL
I-
AMANDA
Because I talked to a man from a
local law firm today who said that
he could help me.
Angel and Skye exchange curious glances.
AMANDA
The only reason I stopped here is
because I heard that you guys
are... proficient in this area.
ANGEL
(knowing the answer)
This law firm... it wouldn't happen
to be Wolfram and Hart, would it?
Amanda stares at him inquisitively for moment's time.
AMANDA
How did you know? They told me-
ANGEL
(quickly)
We'll take the case.
As Skye beams happily at Angel, we cut to:
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