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8 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY. DAY. 8
Angel holds up the blueprints and peers at them. After a
beat, he turns them on their side, then upside down, then
shakes his head and passes them over to Taylor.
ANGEL
What am I looking at, Sonia?
SONIA
I don't know, do I, that's why I
brought them here! I could tell
it's some kind of machine but what
it does, I have no clue.
TAYLOR
Me neither, we need to find
somebody who knows more about this
sort of thing.
ANGEL
If Wolfram & Hart are going to this
much trouble to build it, I'm
figuring it's not gonna be a snow
cone maker.
TAYLOR
Maybe it's a weapon of some kind?
Looks like there's a lot of power
cells and things attached to it,
whatever it does must need a lot of
juice.
SONIA
I was thinking we could try and
find some artificer demons, I know
there's a bunch of them in LA,
making and fixing things is kinda
their specialty.
ANGEL
Okay, you three head back out and
see what you can find. Don't waste
any time, something tells me
they're gonna get this thing
together quick if we don't stop
them.
CONNOR
No problem.
SONIA
I stuck a tracking device on the
crate they took, but it's signal's
too weak to get a location at the
moment.
ANGEL
That's okay, start with what you
know for now. Take Connor and Skye
with you.
ILLYRIA
Am I to remain?
ANGEL
Yeah, you we need, stay here.
Sonia, Connor and Skye head back out as Angel beckons for
Illyria to follow. He leads her over to the area of the lobby
floor covered with magic circles, and Illyria cocks her head
as she studies them.
ILLYRIA
What is the meaning of-
WESLEY (O.S.)
They're for me, Illyria.
Illyria looks up as Wes walks over, and Angel takes his cue
to leave them to talk.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Angel believes there's a way to
restore my physical form, so he,
Spike and Taylor have been setting
up a series of circles and
enchantments in the hope that one
of them will work.
ILLYRIA
But... Why is this? I thought you
believed your presence here was
dangerous to the fabric of this
dimension, why would you risk
aggravating that?
WESLEY
(smiles)
Look around you, Illyria. I've been
back a few weeks already, and it
seems my fears were somewhat
exaggerated.
I'm confident that this procedure,
if it succeeds, won't create any
new problems.
ILLYRIA
I see... And what then? When you
have your physical form back, what
next?
WESLEY
I was thinking I might go for a
walk.
ILLYRIA
A walk?
WESLEY
You'd be surprised what little
things you miss when they're
suddenly taken away, you know. I
mean, I can walk around now, but
I'd like to take a stroll round the
park and be able to touch and feel
the scenery around me, instead of
worrying about getting stuck inside
it.
Illyria manages a brief smile at Wesley's humour, but quickly
dispels it.
ILLYRIA
Very good. I assume you require my
assistance?
WESLEY
Yes, that's something else I could
do with being solid for. Your
powers returning is a great asset
to us, but we have to make sure
they don't threaten us all again,
and if steps have to be taken to
limit your magic again, I'm the
only person who can really do that.
Taylor's a competent warlock but
his powers have weakened
considerably, and much as I respect
Angel - and even Spike - I wouldn't
trust them to make another Mutari
generator alone, even if I was
standing over them!
Illyria looks down at the floor, and Wesley steps closer.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Of course, if you want to leave
this dimension so badly, this place
where your previous domain holds no
stature, then all we have to do is
wait, and make sure we leave you
somewhere far from civilisation, so
that when you detonate, nobody gets
hurt... Is that what you want?
ILLYRIA
(quickly)
No! I don't...
She trails off, and Wes grins at her, knowing he's just made
her admit something she normally wouldn't. Illyria scowls at
him and lowers her head.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
You tricked me.
WESLEY
I just needed to hear you say it,
is all. Well then, your Highness,
if you would stoop so low as to
assist us in activating these magic
circles, maybe I can, in turn,
assist you. Deal?
Illyria looks up, then nods slowly. Wes smiles.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Excellent.
9 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - KITRIDGE'S OFFICE. DAY. 9
James is on the phone as Kirsten enters.
KITRIDGE
Excellent, good work! Report back
in when you're in the building.
Ha hangs up as Kirsten hands him some papers.
KITRIDGE (cont'd)
Looks like things are getting
pretty busy!
KIRSTEN
Retrieval teams three through
twelve are already home, James,
we're halfway there, and no sign of
Angel, except for-
KITRIDGE
Except for team seven, yes, I've
just been informed, they got the
item but lost their part of the
blueprint. Seems Angel's junior
squad almost interrupted one of our
shipments, and that can't happen
again. I don't care how tough these
mercenaries think they are, they
don't know Angel like I do. Call
the summoning division, get them to
call up some garren demons and put
one with every team.
Kirsten nods and leaves. Kitridge lays the papers out on his
desk and leans back in his seat, studying them.
KITRIDGE (cont'd)
(thoughtful)
Why didn't you tell me about any of
this first, old man...?
We leave James to his thoughts before we cut to:
10 INT. OLD WORKSHOP. DAY. 10
Sonia, Connor and Skye step through the gloom of an old
electronics work room, dozens of trays of smaller parts on
the wall, tools scattered around and larger, half-finished
devices strewn at random across the workshop's floor.
Skye starts nosing around as Sonia nudges Connor and points
towards a light coming from behind a partition up ahead.
She rounds the corner to see MUNCH, an elderly, grey-skinned
artificer demon, long spines in places of his hair and long,
double-jointed fingers working on soldering an array of
circuit boards before him.
A tinny radio plays as Sonia coughs to get his attention.
MUNCH
(without turning round)
Yes, I heard you come in, young
lady, just a moment.
Munch solders another section then turns round, lifting a
pair of oversized glasses and squinting at Sonia.
MUNCH (cont'd)
Oh, hello! Haven't seen you in...
(squints again)
No, sorry, you're not her. Thought
I recognised you, you look very
familiar.
SONIA
Uh, I get that a lot. Are you Mr.
Munch?
Munch nods and beams proudly at her.
MUNCH
That's me, best pair of hands in
the underworld engineering
business! Nothing I can't fix, even
less I cant build to order for ya.
Munch stands and shuffles past them over to a large, dusty
display cabinet, filled with unusual-looking swords and axes,
and below them an array of weapons that would look more at
home in the Men In Black headquarters.
MUNCH (cont'd)
What can I get you kids? I'm
figuring you're more of those
vigilante types, I get a lot of
those swinging by. They know old
Munch makes the best!
CONNOR
Actually, we wanted your opinion on
something. You know, as a
professional.
Connor knows that massaging Munch's ego is the best way
forward, and Munch looks suitably smug as Connor takes the
blueprints from Sonia's bag and unfurls them on one of the
work surfaces.
Munch puts his glasses back on and peers over them.
MUNCH
My, my, my... Haven't seen one of
these for a long, long time!
CONNOR
Can you tell us what it is? We
think somebody may be trying to
build one, and we're not sure if
that's bad or not yet.
MUNCH
Bad? Well, that depends on your
definition of 'bad,' young man, I'm
sure-
(calls to Skye)
Don't touch that, miss!
Skye looks up, guiltily, and quickly puts back the small
black object she was fiddling with.
MUNCH (cont'd)
You hit the wrong button, it'll
take your fingers clean off!
Skye takes a cautious step away from the clutter on the
shelves as Munch turns back to the blueprints.
MUNCH (cont'd)
Now then. You say someone's putting
one of these together?
SONIA
Yeah, we think Wolfram & Hart may
be involved.
MUNCH
(spits)
Ach! The lawyers? That can't be
good. You see this section?
He points to what look like a large set of batteries at the
back of the machine.
MUNCH (cont'd)
That's the power cell array, needs
the kind of charge that'd black out
a whole city just to power this
thing for one shot!
SONIA
So what is it?
MUNCH
It's an Aimon Device, very old,
very archaic, refined over the
years but still does the same
thing.
CONNOR
Which is?
MUNCH
It locates spirits, ghosts and
whatnots, using the tracking
equipment here, and then drags them
through an energy portal that it
creates, making them corporeal.
It's a machine that turns ghosts
back into real people! Very
dangerous in the wrong hands.
Sonia and Connor share a shocked look as they realise what
this could mean for Wesley, before an off screen CRASH
interrupts them.
SKYE (O.S.)
Uh... Sorry! Was that expensive?
As Munch sighs, we cut to:
11 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY. DAY. 11
Angel holds a thick book in his hands, reading from it as he
steps into frame.
ANGEL
Duello catam nox periculus, via
habeas corporealis!
He looks up a big grin on his face, but it quickly fades.
Standing inside one of the circles is a now very-weary
looking Wesley, who sighs as Spike and Taylor groan. Angel
shrugs and tosses the book away.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Alright, scratch that one too.
With a comradely nod to Taylor, Wes steps out of the circle
he was in as Taylor draws a line through it in red chalk.
SPIKE
This is bloody hopeless, we've been
at this three hours now and we're
still no closer to putting that
bloody Ghostbusters reject into a
proper body!
Illyria's hands are glowing a faint blue as she stands over
the next circle in line, the circle itself pulsing softly as
she charges it up.
ILLYRIA
The power is not in question, each
of the circles contains the correct
amount of magical essences that are
required. The problem is the ritual
itself.
ANGEL
Hey, I know I'm no Latin major, but
I'm trying-
WESLEY
She means we haven't found the
right one to use yet, Angel. We
just need to keep trying.
SPIKE
For how much longer? Fred spent
weeks trying to do the same for me,
and I only got all fleshy again
when something just landed on your
desk and zapped me! Chances of that
happening again are-
SONIA
We got something!
The boys turn as Sonia and Connor race from the front door
across to them.
ANGEL
What?
CONNOR
We fond an old artificer demon who
says he's seen one of these
machines before.
SPIKE
Brilliant. And?
SONIA
And, he says he knows what it's
for. It's a spectral
corporealisation machine!
TAYLOR
So that means...
Taylor turns to Wes, who looks brightened up by this news,
but Angel's dour face soon kills the mood.
ANGEL
It means Wolfram & Hart are trying
to bring somebody back. And we have
to stop them.
(to Wesley)
Even if that means destroying their
machine.
Wes doesn't look thrilled to hear this, but nods sagely. He
knows what must be done. Angel turns back to the others.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Let's go to work.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
12 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY. EVENING. 12
Angel marches along the lobby, the whole team lined up before
him. He steps back, clicking into full speechifying mode.
ANGEL
Okay, we know the deal. Sonia's
managed to narrow down a list of
possible locations for the
components Wolfram & Hart are
looking for, each team needs to go
check them out. If they've already
been raised, move on, if not, stay
put until the hired hands show up,
and then stop them taking what they
need.
With a nod, the team split into pairs - Connor with Sonia,
Taylor with Spike and Illyria with Skye. Nina waits back with
Angel as Wes steps over.
WESLEY
I'm going to see if I can find out
who or what they could be bringing
back. My guess is this 'keeper'
character has something to do with
it.
ANGEL
Same here, and if Wolfram & Hart
want him, that means he's bad news.
NINA
We'll find another way, Wes.
WESLEY
(grins)
I'm sure we will. For now, this is
more important.
Angel nods and grabs his favourite sword as he heads for the
front door.
No words are needed - it's one of those majestic slow-mo
shots as the united Fang Gang head out for a night's hard
work. As a flare of triumphant music accompanies them, we
dissolve to:
13 EXT. FACTORY. NIGHT. 13
Illyria and Skye are hiding in the shadows, across the street
from a busy-looking factory as its last shift clocks off for
the evening. Workers mill around outside, not noticing the
black car rolling to a halt just past the factory gates.
Skye points towards the car and Illyria nods, and the duo
start to creep forward.
As they get closer to the car, two more MERCENARIES step out,
checking all around them and loading their rifles before the
first starts to clip the wire fence around the factory.
The second starts to light a cigarette, but is disturbed as
Illyria dashes into frame, laying him flat with a chop to the
back of the neck.
The first merc turns just in time to see Skye barreling
towards him, and he can't get his rifle up in time before she
knocks him back, a flurry of punches sending him slumping to
the floor.
Skye gives Illyria the thumbs up, but she just cocks her head
back at her, not understanding the gesture. Skye rolls her
eyes and fishes out a small walkie-talkie.
SKYE
Come in Angel, this is Skye. We've
just nailed two of the bad guys,
moving on to the next site, over.
Skye tucks the walkie-talkie away and motions for Illyria to
follow, before she jogs off screen.
Neither of the girls have spotted the shadowy form of the
garren demon, watching them carefully before it HISSES and
steals after the duo.
14 INT. OFFICE BLOCK - NIGHT. 14
Taylor and Spike are sitting inside an empty, darkened
cubicle farm office suite, Spike idly smoking as they wait
for the next team of mercs to show up. Taylor coughs at the
smoke, and Spike chuckles.
SPIKE
Is this bothering you, mate?
TAYLOR
Actually, yeah, it is.
SPIKE
Oh, good.
Taylor scowls as Spike carries on smoking, before Taylor
lashes out, snatches the cigarette from Spike's lips and
stubs it out.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Hey!
TAYLOR
Quit moaning, Spike, we may be here
a while and I don't fancy picking
up lung cancer while I'm stuck
waiting with you.
SPIKE
Touchy, aren't we?
TAYLOR
Not overjoyed to have to spend a
night working with you, if that's
what you mean. I tend to prefer to
company of people who understand
teamwork.
SPIKE
Last I checked, you were a bit
short on them.
Taylor clenches his fists - but let's Spike's comment slide.
Taylor stands and heads for the windows overlooking the car
park below.
TAYLOR
Can I ask you something?
SPIKE
As long as you're polite.
TAYLOR
What's the deal with you and that
Skye kid?
SPIKE
(a little guilty)
'Deal'? What do you mean? There's
no 'deal'.
Taylor turns round - and smirks as he realises he's finally
got some dirt on Spike for a change.
TAYLOR
Just saying what I see. You two are
pretty close, she looks up to you.
God only knows why, but she does.
SPIKE
You reckon?
TAYLOR
Yeah, seen it before. Sonia used to
be like that with me, I was a
little worried about it but then
she met Angel's kid, and now she's
got somebody her own age to crush
on.
SPIKE
Hang about - you reckon Skye's got
a crush on me?
TAYLOR
Jeez, you really need to start
opening your eyes, Spike!
Spike considers this, a smirk creeping across his face.
SPIKE
Always thought I was a better
option than Angel...
As Spike talks happily to himself, Taylor spots something - a
van, rolling up in the otherwise empty car park, its lights
already out.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Back in the good old days, we used
to put bets on who'd shag the most
girls in a week, and this one time,
we-
TAYLOR
Spike! Showtime.
Spike hops down from the desk he was sat on and scoops up a
sword, joining Taylor by the window.
SPIKE
Looks like our little monkeys are
here at last!
TAYLOR
They'll be going straight to
manufacturing, we'll split up and
come from either side. There should
only be two of them, same as the
other teams.
The duo head off screen.
15 INT. OFFICES - MANUFACTURING FACTORY. NIGHT. 15
The two new mercs pace into the high-ceilinged, open plan
workshop area, one checking the shelves full of devices they
pass against a photo in his hand.
They've made it halfway down the first row when Taylor steps
out from behind them, shotgun raised.
TAYLOR
Sorry, boys, the last shift
finished an hour ago! You'll have
to come back tomorrow.
The mercs spin round and SHOOT back at Taylor, who fires a
few blasts as he ducks for cover.
The mercs scramble for cover behind a row of large filing
cabinets, but the first is grabbed by Spike, who gleefully
slams his head into the closest cabinet.
The second merc turns and SHOOTS Spike in the chest with a
pistol, but Spike laughs the bullets off and keeps coming.
The merc runs out of bullets, but then glances behind Spike
and grins, throwing the gun away.
MERCENARY
Better watch your back, vampire.
SPIKE
(scoffs)
Oh, right, like I'm going to fall
for that-
A low GROWLING sound behind Spike makes him turn round...
Several feet above him, clinging to the wall by powerful
talons, the garren demon de-cloaks itself and reveals its
true form. It had been camoflauged against the wall, but as
it reveals itself, purple skin and a lizard-like appearance,
it bares its many many teeth and grins.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oh, bloody hell...
The garren demon LEAPS off the wall and crashes into Spike,
who tries to fight it off as the second merc finally spots
what he came for, a long cylinder that looks like part of a
car engine, and grabs it.
Taylor leaps into frame, looking from Spike to the escaping
merc, then back... And after an agonising moment of decision,
aims his shotgun at the garren demon and FIRES.
The shot hits the creature in the neck, and with a whimper it
falls limp, and Spike shoves it off.
TAYLOR
That's one you owe me, Spike, come
on!
Taylor is already running after the merc as a cut and bloody
Spike struggles to heft the demon's dead weight off him.
Spike scowls after Taylor.
SPIKE
Cocky bastard...
16 EXT. LA - FACTORY DISTRICT. NIGHT. 16
Illyria and Skye are walking past several large buildings,
Skye checking a map to see where to head next, before Illyria
suddenly pauses, looking back over her shoulder.
When Skye turns round, Illyria has gone, and Skye looks all
around for any sign of her.
SKYE
Illyria? 'Ria! Damn it!
Skye reaches for her walkie-talkie again, but freezes when
she senses something nearby.
She looks slowly up at the corner of the building ahead - and
her unique senses can make out the outline of the garren
demon, clinging silently to the wall in wait.
SKYE (cont'd)
(grins)
I see you...
Trying to act like she hasn't noticed, Skye begins walking
cautiously forward again, and as she draws close, we can see
the garren demon rear up and prepare to jump down.
As it leaps and de-cloaks with a HISS, Skye is ready and
dives out of the way, but the demon rolls as it lands and is
on her in an instant, Skye trying to push its snapping jaws
away from her neck.
The demon is suddenly grabbed by Illyria, who WRENCHES it
away and throws it several feet down the street, standing
defiantly before it as it recovers and races back towards
her, snarling viciously.
Illyria sweeps her hand before her, casting a field of slow
motion - but the garren is unaffected and smashes straight
through it, knocking the startled Illyria to the floor!
Illyria struggles against the demon as Skye rushes over, a
small pair of sai daggers at the ready which she plunges into
the demon's back.
It HOWLS in pain and rears up, enough time for Illyria to
reach up, grab its neck and SNAP it. She shoves the dead
creature to the floor and stands, panting with exertion.
SKYE (cont'd)
Slick move, 'Ria! Thought I'd catch
him out but he was too damn quick
for me.
ILLYRIA
I sensed the creature but I could
not see it until it revealed
itself. How did you see it?
SKYE
(shrugs)
Beats me. Guess it's part of being
half vampire, I've always had this
weird connection to demons and
things like that. I'm like you, I
can feel 'em before I can see 'em.
The girls start to drag the demon's body out of sight.
ILLYRIA
It is a useful skill, you will
undoubtedly make a fine warrior one
day.
SKYE
'One day'? You saying I'm not a
kick ass warrior princess already?
Illyria walks past Skye with a smirk.
ILLYRIA
You still have much to learn.
Skye pouts, then with a last glance at the dead demon,
hurries after Illyria.
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