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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HYPERION - ILLYRIA'S ROOM. DAY. 1
Sunlight filters in through the badly-boarded up windows, and
a slow pan across the room reveals ILLYRIA, sitting cross
legged in the middle of the floor, eyes closed, dust motes
flitting through the air around her.
She stays like this for a few moments before she's disturbed
by:
WESLEY (O.S.)
She used to like to do that as
well, you know.
Illyria's eyes flick open, and she scowls at WESLEY as he
steps into frame. Wes paces around her.
ILLYRIA
Do not pretend to understand why I
do what I do, Wesley. My brain
functions are at a stage far
evolved beyond your human capacity.
WESLEY
Oh, that may indeed be the case,
but there's a very simple answer
for why you're doing what you're
doing.
ILLYRIA
If you know so much, would you care
to enlighten me? Your continual
attempts to fathom out my
motivation always provide me with
much amusement.
Wesley, grinning, crouches down next to her. Illyria tries to
close her eyes and resume her calm pose, but Wes has broken
her concentration and she knows it. After a beat, she HUFFS
impatiently and turns to him again.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
Well? Speak!
WESLEY
I was just considering the best way
to phrase it, I know how... Well,
how downright touchy you can be
these days.
ILLYRIA
Wesley, please. Your diplomacy has
no place here.
WESLEY
Suit yourself.
Wes stands, looking down on her. She looks up at him with
unusually expectant eyes.
WESLEY (cont'd)
You're sitting, meditating in a
sunbeam because Fred used to love
to start every day like that. She
said if she could spend just five
minutes each morning with a little
sun on her skin, and peace and
quiet to gather her thoughts, then
she knew she'd be focused for the
whole day, and then-
ILLYRIA
(finishing the sentence)
And then nothing could stand in her
way.
Illyria blinks, confused, and looks from the window back to
Wesley.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
How do I know this?
WESLEY
That's what I hope to find out.
With a warm smile, Wes turns and leaves her again, and an
unnerved Illyria tries but fails to settle back down.
2 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - BOARD ROOM. DAY. 2
There is a long, jet black table in the centre of the room,
around which sit various mercenaries, bounty hunters and
other rogues, their scruffy appearances and casual dress a
contrast to the plush, luxurious settings around them.
The board room doors open, and as the mercenaries turn,
HOLLAND MANNERS walks in, accompanied by KIRSTEN. Manners
stands at the head of the table, his disarming smile already
in place.
MANNERS
Good morning, gentlemen. Glad you
could all make it on such short
notice.
MERC #1
It wasn't easy.
MERC #2
Yeah, some of us took a lot of
risks to get here during the day,
Manners. What's this all about?
MANNERS
I've got a job for you all, plain
and simple. We need something
building, but we lack the necessary
parts.
Manners nods to Kirsten, who begins to walk round the table,
handing out manilla folders to each merc. Manners continues
as the mercs open and examine the blueprints and photographs
inside.
MANNERS (cont'd)
What you're looking at are the
various components of the device we
plan on building, and I'd like each
of you to fetch the relevant piece
and bring them back here. You'll
all be rewarded for your efforts,
of course, but time is of the
essence.
MERC #1
How come that pretty boy ain't
asking us to do this?
MERC #2
Yeah, whatsisname, Kitridge or
something, right?
MANNERS
James isn't the only person with
authority around here. Now you all
have your assignments, there'll be
bonuses for speed in completing
them. Good day.
With another nod to Kirsten, Manners turns and the two leave
the room.
As Merc #1 examines his blueprints, we push up closer to take
a look at the photograph with it - and what's on the photo
looks suspiciously like a missile warhead!
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
3 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY. DAY. 3
ANGEL and CONNOR walk into frame as TAYLOR heads down the
steps and into the lobby itself, wearing a large backpack and
carrying a suitcase.
Connor goes to take the case off him, but a stern look off
Taylor makes him step back, hands raised.
CONNOR
Hey, no big deal, just trying to
help.
TAYLOR
Yeah, well, don't. I think I can
manage carrying a suitcase, kid.
ANGEL
He's just trying to help, Taylor.
TAYLOR
(sighs)
Alright, here.
Taylor holds the case out to Connor, who glances at Angel.
Angel nods, and Connor takes the case and heads upstairs as
Taylor shuffles off his backpack.
ANGEL
You know you can stay here as long
as you want, or at lest until
things settle down for you.
TAYLOR
'Settle down'? Angel, I don't think
things will ever settle down for
me, life's just never been like
that for me.
ANGEL
(raises eyebrow)
And I guess I'm the model of a
normal life, right?
Taylor looks back at Angel - and a rare smile creeps across
his face at the irony of it all. Angel grins back, and turns
as NINA walks into frame.
NINA
Hey, Taylor.
TAYLOR
Hi.
Angel wraps an arm around Nina as she watches Taylor root
through his backpack for a phone.
NINA
So what are you gonna do now? I
mean, the rest of your crew,
they're all gone, right?
TAYLOR
I was hoping for a note, or at
least a few beers left in the
fridge to say 'Hey, Taylor, thanks
for giving us purpose in life,' but
no, they just jacked in and walked.
I figure I can make myself useful
round here for the time being, see
if I can get a meeting with the
guys in charge and figure out
what's next.
SPIKE (O.S.)
Oh, no, you have got to be bloody
kidding me!
The trio turn as SPIKE walks into frame, followed by SKYE,
marching straight up to Taylor who is straight on the
defensive.
TAYLOR
Got a problem with me bein' here,
Billy?
SPIKE
You're bloody right I do, what with
the unspoken thing we have with
wanting to kill each other and all.
ANGEL
Spike, don't be ridiculous. Taylor
needs our help now, and we can
always use another pair of hands
around here.
There's a moment as Spike and Taylor face off - then Spike
chuckles and backs down.
SPIKE
Can always save the posturing for
another day, I guess. Welcome to
the Hotel bleedin' California.
Spike fishes out a cigarette as Skye hops up onto the
reception desk, and Connor walks back downstairs.
SKYE
So what's the plan today, boss man?
SPIKE/ANGEL (TOGETHER)
We're going out.
A beat. Angel and Spike look at each other - which one gets
to be 'boss man' these days? Spike shrugs and goes back to
his cigarette, leaving Angel to finish.
ANGEL
We've had word of a group of
mercenaries and bounty hunters all
arriving in the city at the same
time, so I figure we should keep an
eye on them 'till we figure out why
they're here.
TAYLOR
Sonia already in on this?
ANGEL
(nods)
She's the one who picked them up,
seems she lifted some computer
equipment from your base before it
got cleaned out, and it flagged
them as they were spotted entering
city limits.
SPIKE
(nods towards sunlight
outside)
Little bright for us to go
adventuring, isn't it?
ANGEL
You and I've got the rest of that
prophecy to go over with Wes, I
want Skye, Illyria and Taylor to
meet up with Sonia and observe the
mercs till further notice.
SKYE
That's it? Just 'observe'?
ANGEL
That's it.
SKYE
Can't we just kick 'em around a
bit, bring one back here, see what
we can squeeze out of him?
Angel frowns at Skye - where's she picked up ideas like that?
A glance at the proudly grinning face of Spike confirms that
one, and with a sigh Angel shakes his head.
ANGEL
They may lead us to whoever brought
them all here, so keep your
distance till then.
NINA
What about me and Connor?
ANGEL
You two can help me-
ILLYRIA (O.S.)
Angel!
The group turn as Illyria walks down the stairs and into the
lobby. She heads straight for Angel.
ANGEL
What is it?
ILLYRIA
I wish to know what progress you
have made in finding a way to
restore Wesley's body.
ANGEL
Illyria, we haven't had time to-
TAYLOR
I'll take care of that.
Angel turns to Taylor, who shrugs.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Connor can take my place on patrol.
You explained what happened with
Wes to me, maybe it's something I
can help with?
ANGEL
I thought you didn't do magic any
more?
TAYLOR
Yeah, well, maybe my reasons for
keeping it quiet like don't matter
much any more.
Angel nods, and pats Connor on the shoulder.
ANGEL
Go grab something sharp. Just in
case.
CONNOR
(smiles)
Got it.
Connor and Skye head over to the weapons cabinet as Angel
turns back to Spike.
SPIKE
Look at you, Mr. Motivator again.
Bet you're loving having a little
Addams Family of your own to boss
around again, aren't you?
ANGEL
Has its moments. Plus, means I can
spend less time talking to you
every day.
ILLYRIA
Then what of me?
ANGEL
You go with Skye and Connor, meet
up with Sonia. Sonia's in charge
for today, so I don't want to hear
anything later about you blowing up
a building that you didn't like the
look of just because you got bored,
okay?
Illyria strides imperiously past Angel, and as Angel looks
after her, a smirking Nina slides up next to him.
NINA
You're kinda good at this
'delegating responsibility' thing,
you know that?
ANGEL
(smirks)
It's a gift. Come on, I've got
something else you can do.
The pair walk off screen, leaving Taylor and Spike. Spike
still wears his trademark smirk, blowing smoke towards
Taylor, who deadpans right back at him.
SPIKE
Well now. This is going to be a
barrel of laughs, innit? Working
under the same roof as a rejected
vigilante with a chip on his
shoulder big enough to feed the
five thousand!
TAYLOR
Doesn't bother me. Way I see it,
I'm between jobs. Maybe I'll get
lucky and see you get your limey
ass killed before I move on. That'd
just about make my year.
SPIKE
Well, see, that's the thing about
me, mate. Bene killed a few times
already, and I just keep coming
back.
Spike leans up close to Taylor.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Doubt the same'll apply to you!
With that, Spike walks away, and Taylor is left alone in the
middle of the lobby. He huffs, worn out already, and runs a
hand through his hair.
TAYLOR
Oh, yeah, real great idea, comin'
to this damn place...
4 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - KITRIDGE'S OFFICE. DAY. 4
Behind the long desk is KITRIDGE, smart suit in place as he
leafs through a stack of file papers. He looks up as Manners
walks into frame.
KITRIDGE
Morning, sir! What can I do for
you?
MANNERS
The Senior Partners have a special
project they'd like you to take on
for them, James.
KITRIDGE
They do? Sounds interesting, what's
the deal?
Manners slides a set of blueprints across the desk to
Kitridge, who leans over and studies them.
MANNERS
What you're looking at are plans
for a device of extraordinary
power, and with a very time
specific purpose that we need to
get in play quickly.
KITRIDGE
How quickly?
MANNERS
By tonight. It's an astral
conjunction sort of affair, I won't
bore you with the details. I need
you to co-ordinate a team of agents
already gathering the various
ingredients we'll need and oversee
construction of the device in time
for its opening performance.
KITRIDGE
Seems simple enough. What's the
snag?
MANNERS
(grins)
What snag do we always have in our
plans, James?
KITRIDGE
Angel.
MANNERS
Exactly. Chances are he'll be onto
this pretty quickly, so it is
imperative that you stop him from
stopping you. We won't get another
shot at what we need this device
for, so it's of the utmost
importance that Angel does not
interfere.
Kitridge leans back in his chair, fingers interlaced as he
ponders something. He leans back forward as a smile creeps
across his face.
KITRIDGE
I think I know just what to do,
sir. Leave it with me.
Manners grins, turns and walks off frame, as Kitridge goes
back to studying the blueprints.
5 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY. DAY. 5
Wes has joined Angel, Spike and Taylor in the lobby, and the
floor is covered with scrolls, pentagrams and other mystic
symbols, the four boys busily checking references and drawing
shapes on the floor.
WESLEY
(points to Taylor's
pentagram)
No, not like that, you need to put
the runes on the innermost circle,
or it reverses the whole thing and
it'll offer as much magical
protection as a wet paper bag in a
blizzard!
TAYLOR
Oh, right, course. Sorry. I shoulda
remembered that, guess I'm kinda
rusty.
SPIKE
'Rusty' isn't a word I'm liking the
sound of, mate, you sure you're up
for this?
TAYLOR
Hey, as the only qualified warlock
in this room, I think that kinda
speaks for itself, don't you? You
need some help here makin' Stiff
Upper Lip over there a real boy
again, and help is something I got
plenty of.
ANGEL
Will you two keep it down? We need
to concentrate on this!
SPIKE
Sorry, Dad!
As Spike checks something in a book nearby and goes back to
marking out a magic circle in red chalk, Wesley peers at the
scroll Spike stole from Wolfram & Hart, squinting as
something suddenly becomes clear.
WESLEY
Angel, take a look at this.
Angel joins him - Wes can't pick up the scroll, so he just
points to the relevant section.
WESLEY (cont'd)
I think I've just realised what
this part says, it makes reference
to some kind of 'shell' not long
after the 'Keeper' passage up here.
Do you think that could mean
Illyria?
ANGEL
Centuries old prophecy, figures
she'd get a name check somewhere.
Anything else?
WESLEY
I'm afraid it's still largely
unclear, this is easily the
trickiest translation I've had for
some time. It doesn't help that I
can't manually turn the pages in
these books - asking you to look
passages up for me is slowing us
down a lot!
ANGEL
It's the best we can do for now,
that's what matters. Just keep at
it, this has to be important
somehow and you're the best
qualified to work out what.
Meanwhile, we're gonna set up a few
things to try on you, see if we can
do something about that whole
Casper angle you're working.
WESLEY
(smiles)
This means a lot to me, Angel.
You've risked a lot to get me back
here, and we still don't know for
sure what effect making me
corporeal again will have, but-
ANGEL
You're welcome. Now get back to
work!
The two share a smile as Angel heads back over to the growing
collection of magic circles on the lobby floor.
6 EXT. LA - ROOFTOP. DAY. 6
Standing on the edge of the roof, looking out across the city
with a pair of high-powered binoculars, is SONIA, her blonde
hair blowing in the breeze as Skye, Connor and Illyria walk
out onto the roof through a doorway and join her. She smiles
as Connor stands next to her.
SONIA
Hey, honey!
CONNOR
Uh, hi. What's the news?
SKYE
Yeah, I thought we were meant to
meet you about fifty feet below
where we're standing?
SONIA
That was before I spotted this.
Take a look.
She hands the binoculars to Connor, and he holds them up to
look as she guides where he's looking.
Through the lenses, we can see two of the mercenaries from
the W&H board room, loading a large crate onto the back of a
flatbed truck.
CONNOR
What am I looking at?
He holds the binoculars down as Sonia retrieves a crumpled up
blueprint from her bag.
SONIA
Those two guys just raided an
electronics warehouse. The crate
they're sticking on that truck is
full of very advanced machine
parts, the kinds of things commonly
found in guidance systems for
missile launchers.
SKYE
How the heck do you know that?
SONIA
I know stuff! Besides, I hacked
into the factory's files to see
what they made, and did a search
when I got a look at what those
mercs were lifting.
CONNOR
So what now?
SONIA
Simple, us four follow 'em and see
where they're taking it all.
ILLYRIA
'Us four'? Do you three infants
really consider yourselves a match
for any foe we may meet?
SKYE
Hey, as a matter of fact, 'Ria, we
do, alright? So you can either help
out, or can it and stay out of the
way. Angel's trusted us with this,
ad we owe it to him to get the job
done. C'mon, Connor.
Skye slaps Connor on the arm and heads back towards the door,
and Connor and Sonia follow, leaving Illyria at the edge of
the roof, a dark look on her face.
ILLYRIA
(mutters)
Petulant children...
With that, she turns on her heel and follows them off the
rooftop.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
7 EXT. ELECTRONICS WAREHOUSE. DAY. 7
The two mercs we saw earlier are finishing locking up the
back of their truck, casting glances around to make sure they
aren't being watched - the rest of the compound around them
is quiet, so they're n no danger.
Except, that is, from Sonia's team, watching them from behind
a parked truck on the other side of the road. Sonia is
studying the mercs with her binoculars, before she turns to
Connor and the others, all talking at a whisper.
SONIA
Okay, Skye, I want you and Illyria
to make a distraction, so Connor
and I can sneak over to their truck
and see if we can get a closer
look.
SKYE
What kind of diversion?
ILLYRIA
(standing)
Leave that to me.
She strides off screen, and with a bite of her lip, Skye
follows. Connor shuffles closer to Sonia.
CONNOR
So, uh...
SONIA
Yeah?
CONNOR
How've you been? I haven't seen
that much of you last few weeks, so
I was hoping we were still-
To answer, Sonia turns round, plants a hand either side of
Connor's head and gives him a quick kiss.
SONIA
Yeah, we are. That was for luck.
They hear a strange humming sound coming from across the
street, and they both crane their necks to see.
Illyria is marching across the road, straight towards the two
mercs, who stop their preparations and discreetly start to
reach for their guns.
MERC #1
Hey, beat it, lady! The nightclub's
won't open till the night, you
know, it's kind of in their name.
MERC #2
Hank, quit screwin' around and get
in here!
MERC #1
In a minute, man, I'm just makin'
sure she won't-
ILLYRIA
Your posturing bores me now.
ZAP! Illyria raises her hand, and a blue bolt of energy
streaks out and hits Merc #1 square in the chest, knocking
him off his feet.
Illyria turns and runs, and the second merc grabs his rifle
and races after her, leaving the truck unguarded.
Skye steps into frame, looking pretty irritated, and waves
Connor and Sonia over.
SKYE
Hey, sorry, she just decided she
was gonna do that and I couldn't
talk her out of it...
SONIA
It's good, come on!
Sonia hops up into the cabin and starts rooting through the
messy interior, grinning when she finds the folder the mercs
were given by Manners. She holds it up - displaying the
Wolfram & Hart logo on it to the others.
SONIA
Check this out, I'm figuring this
must be their shopping list!
She opens it up, scans over the blueprints and then tucks
them and the accompanying photograph into her backpack.
SKYE
We'd better split, Illyria gets
bored quickly so chances are she'll
stroll back over here and he'll
follow her!
SONIA
We're done.
Sonia steps back out of the cabin, and the three youngsters
dash off screen.
After a beat, Sonia jogs back into frame, rifling through her
bag and fetching a small, black device which she carefully
fixes onto the side of the crate, out of sight.
Closing her bag, she jogs off screen again.
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