9 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 9
Illyria is right behind Angel as he begins up the stairs,
nearly yelling at him before he can take the first step.
ILLYRIA
You would leave Wesley in the hands
of your enemy?!
Angel sighs and turns around, knowing that this discussion is
going to leave a mark.
ANGEL
The council isn't so much an enemy
as it is a competitor.
ILLYRIA
But you just said-
ANGEL
Look, I know what I said, and it
does hold water, but the truth is
that they're well intentioned.
They're just too arrogant to see
the big picture.
ILLYRIA
Wesley-
ANGEL
(patiently)
Wesley is going to be fine. We've
tried everything to get him to
talk. Let's let the council waste
their resources on him for a
change.
Angel turns to walk up the stairs again, but stops short,
turning back to Illyria once more.
ANGEL (cont'd)
But just in case, why don't you
keep an eye on them? If he tries to
escape with Wesley, kill him.
Angel turns once more and walks briskly up the stairs. Off of
Illyria's broadening smile, we cut to:
10 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 10
Stanley pulls a chair out and takes a seat opposite Wes,
forcing a smile to lighten the mood.
WESLEY
Thank you for giving me a moment's
peace. It will be the first one of
its kind since I've been back.
STANLEY
No problem at all, old friend.
WESLEY
Actually, I'm sensing that it is.
(beat)
The Council doesn't send one of
their own to America without cause,
and they typically don't send
anyone to meet with an exile unless
a swift execution is in order.
Should I prepare for the wet team's
entry?
STANLEY
Maybe in the old days... but things
have changed.
WESLEY
I apologize for my having not kept
up with my subscription to The
Watcher's Digest, Charles, but it
wasn't a publication readily
available in the hellish holding
dimension I was left in.
STANLEY
Did you expect us to send a rescue
mission into Paradyse? Jesus,
Wesley, you were a paid employee of
the personification of evil! You
were an outcast and you still are.
(beat)
Some rules change can change with
time, but you know as well as I do
that making contact with an outcast
is grounds for dismissal...
permanent dismissal.
WESLEY
You can say 'death,' Stanley. It's
not going to offend me.
Stanley takes a breath as he watches Wesley, studying his
expressions for a moment before he continues.
STANLEY
I knew you, Wes. You were a good
man and I'm certain that you still
are underneath everything. Keeping
that thought in mind, I need your
help. I need to know about the
scrolls, the ones Spike liberated
from Wolfram and Hart.
WESLEY
(curiously)
Why is the Council so thoroughly
interested these scrolls?
STANLEY
As you may have guessed, the
Council is still in the process of
rebuilding. Certain texts are
missing, the scrolls especially.
WESLEY
Your vested interest in the
supernatural is what makes the
Council lose sight of its goal.
You're meant to help turn girls
into slayers, but all you end up
doing is turning them into
superficial snobs with overwhelming
delusions of grandeur.
STANLEY
It was your hand, if I'm not
mistaken, Wesley, that accounts for
what is arguably the Council's most
renowned failure in such an
instance.
WESLEY
(laughing)
Faith is an animal. Did anyone
seriously expect that she could
ever be tamed, regardless of the
tamer?
(beat)
I sometimes think that Faith was
assigned to me for some horrid
thing that I've done in a past
life.
STANLEY
What do you know about the scrolls,
Wesley?
WESLEY
Your bluntness is matched only by
your inane questioning, Charles.
Have you ever been told that?
STANLEY
I need to know.
WESLEY
(angrily)
No. They need to know!
Stanley begins curiously studying Wesley again after his
outburst.
WESLEY (cont'd)
(calmly)
Seeing as how little of a damn I
give about the Council, however, I
feel disinclined to acquiesce to
their requests.
STANLEY
There are a lot of people
interested in you, Wes. The council
only has your best interests at
heart.
WESLEY
The only thing that the Council has
'at heart' is their own agenda and
you well know it.
Before Stanley can retort, however, Illyria walks into the
office, eyeing Stanley all the way.
ILLYRIA
(to Wes)
I wish to speak with you.
STANLEY
Actually, we're-
ILLYRIA
(sharp)
Leave us!
After shooting a quick glance to Wes, Stanley reluctantly
stands from the chair and leaves the room.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
What do you hide from me?
WESLEY
(smiling)
Everything.
ILLYRIA
Your words are lies!
WESLEY
(sincerely)
It's only because the truth isn't
worth telling.
ILLYRIA
I demand to know.
WESLEY
Illyria, I am not a pawn in your
kingdom, nor am I a servant of you.
I do not owe you my allegiance, and
it's with that in mind that I'm
telling you to piss off!
Illyria sets her jaw, glaring down at Wesley, before we cut
back to:
11 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 11
Just outside of the office, we catch a glimpse of Stanley,
listening intently in on the conversation, a curious gesture
upon his brow.
12 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 12
Illyria is still glaring at Wesley, her bright blue eyes
seeming to be on fire.
ILLYRIA
(angrily)
But you would tell her?
WESLEY
Fred? Yes, I would.
ILLYRIA
Your deceitful arrogance is-
WESLEY
Is what? Angering you? If my
actions from the past few weeks
haven't properly illustrated the
point, please allow me to do so
now. I don't give a damn about you,
your half-ass vendettas or the
inconsequential feelings of a
deceased demi-god!
Off Illyria's angry and near hurtful look, we cut to:
13 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S ROOM 13
Angel opens the door to exit his room to find Spike standing
in the doorway, staring curiously at him.
SPIKE
Did you know there's someone
standing outside your office
listening to Wesley and Blue have
at it?
ANGEL
He's a Watcher.
SPIKE
(surprised)
So you just let him traipse into
the hotel, did you?
ANGEL
He didn't so much traipse as he
just showed up.
(apathetically)
He's not a vampire, Spike. No
invitation required.
SPIKE
So that's it? 'You made it through
our secret initiation ritual called
the door. Stay as long as you'd
like and please lurk around corners
and eavesdrop on our bloody
conversations?'
ANGEL
He's here to talk to Wes.
SPIKE
Oh... well then, that makes perfect
sense. Let's let two of our enemies
plot our very demise under our own
roof. Why didn't I think of that?
Oh yeah, that's right. I haven't
lost my bag of marbles! Jesus
Christ, it's hard being the only
sane person here. Do you realize-
Angel closes the door in Spike's face and walks back into his
room and out view, leaving Spike's muffled voice to carry on
for a few moments as we stare at the closed door.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(muffled)
Oi! I'm going to remember this, you
son of a-
(quietly)
Ah, bugger it.
We watch the door for a few more moments before we cut to:
14 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 14
As Stanley leans closely against the wall, listening in on
the office, he is approached by Connor and Sonia, both
sharing perplexed looks at the strange man standing oddly
against the wall.
CONNOR
Can we help you... or something?
Stanley nearly jumps from the ground as the voice takes him
greatly by surprise.
He quickly turns around to see Connor and Sonia still holding
their curious expressions as he tries to come up with some
kind of excuse.
STANLEY
No, I... I don't believe we've met.
(extends hand)
Charles Stanley.
CONNOR
(shakes hand)
Connor.
(beat; suspiciously)
Does my dad know you're here?
STANLEY
Your dad?
CONNOR
(duh)
Angel.
STANLEY
(realizing)
You're...
CONNOR
(off look)
The only living thing on record to
have been born to a vampire? Yep.
STANLEY
Oh... well-
SONIA
(interrupts)
So does Angel know you're here? We
may look like kids, but we can
totally kick your ass if we have
to.
STANLEY
Yes, of course. I'm just here to
speak with Wesley. We were
interrupted by...
ILLYRIA (O.S)
Your reign over Wesley's body will
not last forever!
Illyria comes storming out of the office, staring concisely
at Stanley as she passes.
Stanley curiously watches Illyria walk from the lobby before
looking back to Connor.
CONNOR
(shrugs)
Yeah, she does that.
STANLEY
If you'll excuse me.
With that, he turns and walks out of sight, leaving Sonia and
Connor staring curiously at each other once more.
CONNOR
Did he seem weird to you?
SONIA
I think he knew that we'd kick his
British ass if have gave us any
crap.
CONNOR
Really?
SONIA
Are you kidding? I had you standing
next to me.
Connor smiles as we cut to:
15 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 15
Wesley is still sitting stoically behind the desk, sighing
loudly to voice his boredom when Angel walks in.
ANGEL
Where is he?
WESLEY
You mean Stanley? He had to run,
unfortunately.
ANGEL
That's a shame.
(quickly)
What do you know about the scrolls?
WESLEY
(sincerely)
Well...
(beat)
... they're really old.
Angel's stare seems nearly potent enough to kill after that
comment.
WESLEY (cont'd)
(laughing)
Look, boss, I'm not going to tell
you what you want to hear.
ANGEL
No, you're going to tell me what I
need to hear.
WESLEY
I'm suddenly finding myself feeling
like Cordelia, unable to find the
proper motivation.
ANGEL
(sternly)
Don't you dare-
WESLEY
Bring her name into this? Why not?
Everyone has taken great relish in
knowing my every misfortune in
losing the love of my life to a
dead god, and yet we can't breathe
a word of your little would-be
fling with a woman who was used to
import the coming of a would be
messiah, whose only purpose was
bringing peace on earth, which you
killed consequently. If only
Cordelia could see you now, I think-
ANGEL
(yelling)
Shut up!
Angel rushes Wesley, grabbing him promptly by the neck as he
pushes him up against the wall, leaving his arm pulled tight
to the desk.
WESLEY
(almost choking)
Go on then. Kill me. It's what you
do when you don't get your way,
isn't it?
Angel YELLS as he releases Wesley's neck and turns around,
furiously knocking the lamp from the desk as he leaves,
allowing it to SHATTER upon the ground and ring out through
the hotel.
Wesley rubs his neck, smirks at the departing Angel and
begins laughing as he carelessly shakes his head. Off his
diabolical smile, we cut to:
16 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 16
Angel storms through the lobby, heading back upstairs.
A few moments after he passes, Stanley furtively stands up
from behind the front desk, peeking over the counter before
speaking into the telephone.
STANLEY
(into phone)
Yes, sir. His relationship with the
Old One is more complex than we
imagined. He appears to have formed
some sort of connection with it,
and his behavior is cause for
concern.
(beat; hesitantly)
I think he may have come back
differently, sir.
(beat)
No. I understand. It won't be a
problem.
He hangs up the phone and looks back toward the office with
an almost saddened expression upon his face.
STANLEY (cont'd)
Sorry, Wesley, but it appears I
have a new directive.
From Stanley's expression, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
17 INT. HYPERION - SKYE'S ROOM 17
Spike is sitting on the corner of Skye's bed, going on in an
almost heated manner about the situation.
SPIKE
So, basically, this Watcher shows
up, demanding to speak with Percy,
and our fearless leader immediately
falls under his thrall! So now,
we've got the two of our enemies
converging under our very own roof!
SKYE
Let's just keep me out of
conversation, if you don't mind. I
figure a vampire sighting is stake
on sight territory, even if she
does also happen to be a Slayer...
SPIKE
No worries, luv. Should the bloke
get a cross look in his eye, I'll
snap his neck like a twig, no
questions asked.
SKYE
(smiling warmly)
What would I do without you, Spike?
SPIKE
Probably get beaten up a lot more
often. Die on a weekly basis, that
sort of thing. If you ask me-
Before Spike can get another word out, Skye leans up from her
pillow and kisses him, very much taking him by surprise.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(blinks)
What the hell was that?
SKYE
Was I out of line?
(quickly)
I'm sorry. I just thought, you
know... you and me. I figured...
(beat)
It had to be the concussion! I
can't be held responsible for
anything that I say or do when my
mind has been-
Skye is interrupted mid back step by another kiss, but this
time, a much longer and intentional one.
After several moments, Skye lays back onto the bed, leaving
Spike to fall over with her. Spike, starting at her ankle,
begins running his hand up her thigh, but before he can get
any further:
The door flies open and Angel quickly enters.
ANGEL
Skye, have you seen-
Spike leaps off the bed, arms flailing.
SPIKE
(furious)
Can't you knock?!
ANGEL
(raises eyebrow)
Oh... then I guess you have seen
him.
SPIKE
(rudely)
Can we help you with something?
ANGEL
There is just this one thing. We
got a distress call from this
school and there are these bugs,
and...
(eyes the two of them)
How long has this been going on?
SPIKE
That's none of your god-
SKYE
(interrupting)
It just started... today. We
haven't been slacking off on patrol
to go do what you might think we'd
be doing.
(sheepish)
You're not mad, are you?
ANGEL
No. It's fine, I just had no idea.
That's great... really.
SPIKE
Who gives two pints of piss if he's
mad?! If anyone should be mad, it's
me, being busted in upon like some
sort of barnyard animal!
ANGEL
Are you coming or not?
SPIKE
Since when did we become
exterminators?
ANGEL
(agitated)
Just come on.
SPIKE
Fine.
SKYE
I'll come.
ANGEL
No, you've been through a lot the
last few days. You should rest, get
your strength back.
(eyes Spike)
Chances are, you're going to need
it.
SKYE
(rolling her eyes)
Fine. I bet Sonia gets to go, but
I'll stay in bed like a good little
girl.
SPIKE
(grins)
That's all and fine and good, pet,
but I hope to find a bad little
girl lying in this bed when I get
back.
Skye smiles deviously at Spike's suggestion before getting
interrupted.
ANGEL
(sighs)
Spike?
SPIKE
(loudly)
I'm coming!
18 INT. HYPERION - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY 18
Spike and Angel are walking hurriedly through the hallway,
almost racing one another to get downstairs.
SPIKE
This better be something damn
bloody important.
If you pulled me away from that to
step on a few insects, you're going
to find yourself in for some kind
of beating!
ANGEL
(motioning to room)
What the hell was that?
SPIKE
I know it's been a while since
you've done anything of the sort
there, chief, but-
ANGEL
You've got to stop it!
SPIKE
I beg your pardon?
ANGEL
I'm not going to sit by and watch
you break that poor girl's heart.
SPIKE
Break her heart? I'm not going to
wake up from the sack and start
killing her best friends! That's
your curse, doesn't apply to the
rest of us.
ANGEL
(serious)
You don't have to kill her friends
to break her heart.
SPIKE
So what, you think I'm going to
hang around long enough to get my
rocks off and leave? Where the hell
am I going to go? I work here!
ANGEL
Exactly. There is no way that this
is going to end any way, but bad.
SPIKE
(beat)
Fine. I won't sleep with Skye...
ANGEL
Good. I'm glad-
SPIKE
... but you have to kick Nina out.
ANGEL
What?!
Before Spike can finish any kind of reasoning, the two
vampires are interrupted.
STANLEY (O.S)
I hope that you don't mind, but I'd
like to accompany you on your
quest.
Spike and Angel stop and exchange a wary look.
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