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13 INT. W&H - CORRIDOR. NIGHT. 13
Kitridge storms back out towards the lobby, passing Kirsten
on the way, who was leaning against a wall, sneaking a crafty
cigarette.
She quickly stubs it out and catches up to him.
KIRSTEN
So! Uh...
KITRIDGE
Manners explained everything to me,
Kirsten.
KIRSTEN
(surprised)
He did?
KITRIDGE
He told me why you're here, all
about the Keeper, his plans for
Angel, everything.
Kirsten stops, processing this information, before jogging to
catch up to Kitridge again.
KIRSTEN
Listen, James, I'm really-
KITRIDGE
(snaps)
Sorry? For what? For lying to my
face for the past four months? For
helping manners use me like a
puppet to get his own work done?
For making me look like a complete
idiot in front of the whole
company?
KIRSTEN
(patiently)
James, nobody really knows about
it. A few of the guys in Science,
the Senior Partners, and us. That's
it.
Kitridge stops, rubbing his eyes and sighing.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Same reason they never told you the
full story is the same reason they
never told everyone else, too many
security risks! I don't want you to
be angry with me, James...
Kirsten reaches out, taking Kitridge's hand in her own. He
looks down at it, then up at her, a little surprised. She
smiles warmly at him.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
I've never wanted that. I always
hoped you'd give me chance to
explain myself, tell you why I had
to go along with it...
She steps closer to him, looking demurely down at her shoes.
Kitridge looks a little wary still.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
I think it's time you heard my side
of the story.
She looks up at him with her big blue puppy dog eyes, and
Kitridge can't help but stare back.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
(softly)
I think we should go somewhere.
KITRIDGE
(long beat; quietly)
Okay...
She smiles, turns and leads him off screen, back towards the
lobby.
14 EXT. LA - STREET. NIGHT. 14
Spike marches out front, with Angel and the others gradually
catching up to him.
Angel jogs ahead to walk alongside Spike.
ANGEL
See, while this determination of
yours is very commendable, Spike,
I'm not really seeing a plan in all
of this.
SPIKE
Get girl. Kill baddies. Save entire
planet.
ANGEL
That's it? Hadn't we better come up
with something to deal with, oh, I
don't know... the Keeper?
Spike glares at Angel, who stares right back.
SPIKE
You can be really bloody
infuriating sometimes, you know?
ANGEL
Just trying to be the voice of
reason.
SPIKE
I'll bet...
Spike pulls up to a halt, and the team gather around him.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(sighs)
Alright, since Monobrow here wants
a better plan, let's sort something
out. Angel, Blue, you two can have
a crack at the Keeper this time.
Taylor, you, Sonia and Connor deal
with any other guards, or demons,
or vampires or God knows whatever
else they've brought along for the
ride.
CONNOR
What about you?
Spike grins, hefting up his sword.
SPIKE
I'm gonna get the girl.
Spike turns and marches away, as the others look to Angel, as
if wanting him to confirm Spike's plan.
ANGEL
(nods)
You heard him.
SPIKE (O.S.)
Come on, you poofters! Skye's not
going to rescue herself!
Angel catches up to Spike again.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(smirks)
Nice. Very nice.
ANGEL
What was?
SPIKE
All that back there. Letting me do
your job and tell everyone what to
do.
ANGEL
(grins)
Seemed like a good moment.
SPIKE
It was.
(eyes Angel)
Crafty git.
Angel carries on grinning as Spike and Angel walk straight
into the camera, forcing a cut to:
15 EXT. CENTRAL MUSEUM. NIGHT. 15
And we're outside the museum, Spike and Angel walking away
from us.
Spike turns to the others, taking in the black van parked
outside.
SPIKE
Alright, here we go. Stick to the
plan and we can be in and out in a
jiffy. Sonia, can you hotwire that
van?
SONIA
(grins)
In my sleep!
SPIKE
Good, do that then meet us inside.
Spike hops up the steps, the rest of the gang behind him.
16 INT. MUSEUM - 'DARK RELIGIONS' EXHIBIT. NIGHT. 16
There are a few more people inside the hall now, a pack of
VAMPIRES standing guard by the entrance, with the Keeper and
the hooded demon who branded Skye earlier standing in the
centre of the hall.
Over by the magic circle, the two science division
technicians are hard at work, one carefully laying down some
bulky electronic devices, powering them up and checking them,
while the other is fastening some restraints to Skye's ankles
and wrists, anchoring her to the floor.
She stirs and starts to wake up as the Keeper walks over. The
tech with the electronics stands, holding out a metal box
covered with arcane symbols towards him.
TECH #1
You'll just need to hold this, sir.
It'll focus the energies as they're
released and transfer them directly
into your system.
KEEPER
Good.
The Keeper turns to the Hooded Demon, who is looking up
through the hall's skylight - the moon and comet are visible
up above.
KEEPER (cont'd)
(to Hooded Demon)
How much longer?
HOODED DEMON
Mere minutes.
The Keeper nods and turns back to the technician.
KEEPER
Be ready.
The tech nods and darts back over to his equipment.
Skye blinks, trying to focus as the tech leans across her,
inserting needles into her arms that are linked back to one
of the devices by long, trailing wires.
SKYE
(groggy)
What... where...
KEEPER
Do not try to speak. Do not try to
struggle, it will only cause you
more pain.
She turns her head towards him, trying to stand and realising
at last she's been tied down. Skye starts to look worried,
struggling against the bonds.
SKYE
(defiant)
Alright, so what are you gonna do
to me now, Goldie? Watch too many
Hammer Horror marathons or
something?
The Keeper doesn't answer - he just stares right back at her,
which unnerves Skye further. She hides it well, trying to
scowl back up at him.
We move away from the two of them, back to the entrance to
the hall, where two of the vampires stand on guard.
One of them blinks, SNIFFS the air and then turns to the
closest vamp.
VAMP #1
You smell someone coming?
VAMP #2
No, man, all I smell is that cheap
ass aftershave you keep wearing!
(shakes head)
No wonder you can never pick up
anything's scent, you do nothing
but coat yourself in that cra-
FOOM! Vamp #2 DUSTS mid-sentence, and as his comrade whips
his head round, he just has time to see a grinning Spike
barrel towards him before Spike's sword FLASHES through the
air - and Vamp #1 loses his head.
Angel joins him as everyone in the room turns to face the
intruders, the remaining vampires SNARLING as they step
between Angel, Spike and the Keeper.
Spike nudges Angel, not taking his eyes off the vamps.
SPIKE
Five quid says it was you he smelt
first.
ANGEL
At least I took a shower this
morning...
SPIKE
Five quid it is then!
The duo CHARGE to the attack, trading punches with the vamps
as Illyria, Connor and Taylor enter the room.
The two techs look nervously to the Keeper.
KEEPER
Continue your work! I will deal
with them.
He turns and starts to march towards the Fang Gang, and the
techs exchange a look and then get back to work, Skye still
fighting to get up.
As the others get stuck into the fight against the vampires,
Spike dodges past his attacker and races towards Skye,
pulling to a stop as the Keeper gets in his way.
KEEPER (cont'd)
Going somewhere, Spike?
SPIKE
As a matter of fact, I am.
Spike turns - and there is Illyria, striding towards the
Keeper with murder in her blue eyes. Spike turns back to the
Keeper with a smirk.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Play nice.
The Keeper reaches for Spike, but he ducks out of the way -
allowing Illyria to charge in with a powerful PUNCH that
staggers the Keeper, allowing Spike to head for Skye.
Illyria sizes up her opponent, circling him.
ILLYRIA
You will be a worthy challenge for
me, whatever manner of creature you
are.
KEEPER
I have the power of beings you
could never comprehend behind me,
you will not stand in my way!
ILLYRIA
(snarls)
When I was King of this world, foes
such as you were not fit to clean
my boots!
KEEPER
Then it's time the former King
learned a little respect.
Illyria tenses, angered by the Keeper's words - then with a
YELL, she dives in to attack.
As they spar, we sweep back towards Spike, who races towards
the magic circle.
He's a few feet away when he hits some kind of invisible
barrier, and BOUNCES back, landing in a heap on the floor.
Dazed, he stands, looking around - and spots the Hooded
Demon, whose eyes blaze as he appears from the shadows.
HOODED DEMON
As long as I live, the barrier
around the circle cannot be broken,
vampire!
SPIKE
(beat; shrugs)
Suit yourself.
He THROWS his sword in one lightning quick move, and it
IMPALES the Hooded Demon, who looks down at it in surprise,
before falling to his knees and onto the floor.
The field around the circles GLOWS blue and then fades, and
Spike turns to the now-terrified two techs with a grin.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Right then.
(vamps out)
Who's next?
Back with Angel, he dusts his opponent and starts towards
Spike, leaving the others fighting off the remaining
vampires.
Illyria and the Keeper are well matched, but he's still got
the edge in the fight, kicking her legs out from under her.
She flips up, dodging a punch and striking back, the two
continuing to fight as Angel hurries past.
Spike walks up to the edge of the circle, kicking the
museum's barrier out of the way. The techs are frozen to the
spot, and Skye looks up at Spike at last.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(to Skye)
You alright?
SKYE
I'm fine, so don't just stand
there, get me out of here!
SPIKE
Be with you in a sec, luv...
(grins at techs)
... I want to enjoy this first.
Spike takes a step forward - but freezes as the magic circle
is suddenly bathed in sickly GREEN LIGHT.
Spike looks up - the light is beaming down from the skylight,
and looking further, we can see that the comet is passing in
front of the moon, the combination somehow causing the ray of
light to shine down on us.
The Keeper sees the light, turning back to Illyria and
SMASHING his fist across her face, sending her sprawling to
the floor.
KEEPER
It is time!
Spike looks back at Skye, who throws him the same worried
look back.
Suddenly, there is a FLASH of lightning, and the entire magic
circle BURNS a fierce red.
The techs scramble out of the way, and as beams of energy
start to focus on Skye in the circle's centre, the mark on
her stomach also begins to glow bright red.
She throws one last pleading look up at Spike, before the
green light around her INTENSIFIES rapidly, becoming so
bright in a moment that Spike has to look away.
Within the circle, the mark on Skye's belly BURSTS INTO
FLAMES, and she SCREAMS in pain - and from that, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
17 INT. MUSEUM - 'DARK RELIGIONS' EXHIBIT. NIGHT. 17
Back with Skye, who writhes from side to side, trying to put
out the fire burning on her stomach.
Spike looks on in horror for a few seconds before coming back
to his senses.
He takes two steps towards Skye, but is THROWN to the floor
by the Keeper, clattering into a diorama of cultists dancing
round a sacrifice several feet away.
Angel hurries over, landing a punch to the Keeper's back, but
quickly having his hands full as the Keeper turns and attacks
him.
Connor and Sonia are back to back, fighting a vamp each,
while in the background Taylor takes on two at once, smashing
the display of voodoo masks behind him.
Connor spots Angel in trouble, and shouts over his shoulder
to Sonia.
CONNOR
You okay?
SONIA
Peachy!
CONNOR
Can you handle two of these?
SONIA
Go for it!
Connor ducks away, leaving Sonia to tackle both vamps, and
races towards Angel and the Keeper.
The Keeper shrugs off Angel's next few hits, placing his
hands on his chest and SHOVING him backwards, sending Angel
skidding along the floor, past Connor.
Connor looks up as the Keeper steps towards him calmly.
KEEPER
So... the Destroyer.
Connor grits his teeth and raises his axe, ready for the
fight.
CONNOR
So everyone keeps telling me!
KEEPER
I will enjoy breaking you while
your father watches on, child.
Connor glances to his right - Angel is struggling to get up,
clearly winded from his battle.
CONNOR
Maybe, maybe my dad's got a
ringside seat while I take you
down!
Connor leaps to the attack - he's fast, as fast as the
Keeper, but the Keeper is still the better fighter, and after
scrapping with Connor for a few moments, he lands a heavy
UPPERCUT that knocks Connor on his back.
Sonia, still fighting a vampire either side, sees Connor hit
the deck, and with a quick one-two with her stakes, takes
care of both vampires so she's free to run over.
Spike, struggling all the way, scrambles back out of the
diorama, his nose bloody. He sniffs once and checks his
options.
One one side, the Keeper is scooping up the metal box that
the technicians gave him. On another, Angel is wincing as he
gets to his feet, and between them both, Sonia is trying to
drag the stunned Connor out of the way.
SPIKE
(grins)
Oh, this is just getting
interesting now...
Skye SCREAMS again from off camera, and Spike remembers his
priorities. He shouts over to Angel as he runs for Skye.
SPIKE (cont'd)
I'll get Skye! You keep him busy!
Angel doesn't look too thrilled at that idea, but as the
Keeper turns to face him, he narrows his eyes - resolved for
the fight.
The Keeper isn't attacking, however - he merely holds up the
metal box, and as Angel watches, lightning starts to form and
crackle in the air around it.
KEEPER
You're too late, Angel! The power
is about to mine, and then none of
you will be able to stop me!
Over with Skye, Spike marches into the magic circle, laying
out both techs with two sharp punches, before looking down at
Skye, flames still licking around the tattoo on her belly.
Spike looks lost as he tries to work out what to do.
SKYE
(pleading)
Spike...
SPIKE
(flustered)
I'm working on it, kitten!
Spike checks the straps holding Skye down - they're in too
tight. He steps back, grabbing his sword.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Alright, new plan. Try not to move!
Spike raises his sword, and Skye's eyes widen.
SKYE
What are you-
Spike SLICES down, cutting the strap on Skye's wrist open,
missing her hand by a millimetres!
Skye starts to push herself up as Spike cuts her other wrist
free. She's woozy, wracked with pain from the fire around
her.
SKYE (cont'd)
(off fires)
Put it out... put it out!
SPIKE
One step at a time, let's get you-
But with a sudden BLAST of electricity, Spike is thrown
backwards, crashing into the back wall, as a bolt of BLUE
ENERGY forms in the air before Skye, trailing into the tattoo
on her belly.
She convulses, her ankles still secured, and the ball of
energy intensifies in colour, becoming larger.
Angel looks on, trying to work out what to do, as the energy
suddenly FLIES towards the Keeper.
Angel shields his eyes against the brilliantly bright light -
and the energy heads straight for the metal box the Keeper
was holding!
Connor shakes his head, coming to at last, but he boggles as
he looks towards the Keeper.
The energy coming from Skye is wrapping itself round the box,
sending trails of ice blue electricity up and down the
Keeper's body. Sparks fly off him, and the lights in the
museum hall flicker as the energy builds up.
Angel steps towards Illyria to help her up, but she's almost
out cold.
Everyone in the room watches the Keeper for another beat, as
the ball of energy grows to surround him, before Angel
charges forward at last.
He's a few feet away when there is a sudden GUNSHOT - and the
metal box EXPLODES!
The energy is gone in an instant, and Angel flies straight
into the Keeper, knocking them both to the floor.
Angel rolls away, ready to attack again - but notices someone
else has joined the fight.
Standing in the doorway, a smoking shotgun aimed at the
Keeper, is WESLEY. He steps slowly forward into the room, not
taking his eyes off the Keeper.
ANGEL
Wes?
WESLEY
I had a feeling you may need some
assistance.
ANGEL
But how-
WESLEY
I still have my methods of tracking
you. In fact, I could probably find
all of you if I needed to.
Spike dashes back over to Skye, the fires around her now out
and the energy nowhere to be seen. She's out for the count,
and Spike scoops up her limp body, heading for cover.
Wes stands a little way off from the Keeper, reloading the
shotgun as his hunched, smoking form slowly starts to get
back to his feet.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Don't mistake any of this for some
act of heroism - I merely wanted to
spread a little violence of my own.
I've had enough shown to me the
past few weeks, so I think it's
time to get a little payback.
The Keeper stands, facing off against Wesley, who doesn't
even blink.
Illyria is back on her feet, albeit a little shaky, looking
at Wes with wide eyes.
ILLYRIA
(weak)
Wesley...
WESLEY
(to Keeper)
Sorry to spoil your fun back there,
but I couldn't allow you to
continue with what you were doing.
KEEPER
It does not matter. It is done.
ANGEL
Wes? What's 'done'?
Wesley glances towards Angel to answer - and in that moment,
the Keeper LUNGES forward, knocking Wes to the ground.
Angel, Sonia, Taylor and Illyria all start towards the Keeper
for the attack.
We flip into slow motion, the four heroes spreading out - but
as they throw their punches, kicks and sword blades at him,
the Keeper effortlessly dodges every one.
Back in normal speed, one KICK knocks Sonia down, and a quick
dodge and PUNCH staggers Taylor back.
Illyria lands a fist squarely in the Keeper's chest, but he
lashes back out, wrapping a hand around her throat and
lifting her into the air.
Angel tries to attack, but the Keeper uses his free arm to
block him.
ILLYRIA
(choking)
Angel... something's... wrong...
ANGEL
Yeah, kinda getting that!
The Keeper swings Illyria round like a rag doll, throwing her
into Angel and knocking the pair down like skittles.
The Keeper strides towards the entrance, pausing in the
doorway as the stunned Fang Gang pick themselves up.
KEEPER
Another time, Angel. I have much
work to do before I can allow
myself the pleasure of killing you!
With that, he turns and leaves, his black cloak swirling out
behind him.
Spike hurries over, taking one arm and pulling Illyria to her
feet, as Wesley walks back into frame, staring towards the
doorway.
WESLEY
(mutters)
Damn...
ANGEL
Wes, what just happened?
WESLEY
What I feared the most.
Wes turns and starts walking away. Spike and Angel exchange
glances - 'your turn,' nods Spike, and Angel jogs after Wes.
ANGEL
You mind being a little more
specific? I know you've translated
more of the scroll Spike found than
you're letting on, but I think we
deserve a few spoilers here!
Wes crouches by the magic circle, examining it carefully.
WESLEY
I'm afraid the news isn't good,
Angel. Even in my current state,
sans a soul, I can appreciate that
this isn't exactly an ideal
situation for us all.
ANGEL
'Us'? You back on the team now?
WESLEY
(beat)
Perhaps.
ANGEL
So what's the story? What was the
Keeper doing with Skye?
WESLEY
It was a bonding ritual, a powerful
spell designed to transfer power
from one being to another.
Angel frowns and glances over towards Spike and Skye - Skye's
still out, and Sonia steps over to help Spike dress the ugly
burns on Skye's stomach.
ANGEL
(turning back)
Transfer powers? Are we talking
about Skye's Slayer powers?
WESLEY
(stands)
I'm afraid so. I managed to
interrupt the ritual by destroying
the transfer device, as you saw,
but-
ANGEL
(nods)
But it was too late.
WESLEY
Congratulations, Angel. You now
have a new enemy to face, and he's
just copied the strength, reflexes
and healing abilities of your
Slayer.
Wes pats Angel on the shoulder as he walks past.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Good luck.
Angel stands, brow furrowed in concentration, as Wes walks
calmly back out of the museum.
Illyria gets in his way, not looking happy.
ILLYRIA
I forbid you to leave us!
WESLEY
You're not in a position to forbid
anything, Illyria.
Wes LOADS his shotgun, and Illyria's eyes glance to it.
WESLEY (cont'd)
I'm going back to the Hyperion,
I'll see you all when I get there.
Now, I think we both know hat your
body is far from indestructible, so
unless you want a close up
demonstration of the stopping power
of this...
Wes aims the shotgun at Illyria's chest.
WESLEY (cont'd)
... then I suggest you let me be on
my way.
Illyria stares Wes out for a few beats - then grudgingly
steps aside. Wes flashes an impertinent smile at her as he
leaves the museum.
Spike leaves Sonia tending to Skye as he walks over to Angel.
SPIKE
We need to get Skye back to the
hotel quick, Angel. She's in bad
shape.
ANGEL
Let's go. But first...
(beat)
... get rid of that circle.
We look down on the hall, taking in the large, and now very
scorched, magic circle, as Angel walks away, leaving Spike
staring at it, scratching his head. We dissolve to:
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