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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - NIGHT 1
We pick back up on the SLAYER with her sword at WESLEY'S
throat.
SLAYER
Sorry, but the word is you're evil.
Nothing personal.
The girl rears back with the sword as Wes finally manages to
look alarmed.
She SWINGS the weapon, but just inches before it connects
with its target, the sword is narrowly THRUST from its path
by the heavy CLANG of an axe.
Standing defiantly before the slayer is NINA, axe in hand and
a determined expression upon her face.
NINA
Why don't you pick on someone who
has a weapon?
The slayer immediately begins to moves in on Nina and
prepares to raise her sword, but a swift UPPERCUT leaves her
on the floor before she can try.
ANGEL comes into view.
ANGEL
Or, she can just lay there and
bleed.
He hurriedly pushes Nina and Wesley back further into the
lobby, as the slayer works herself back on her feet.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Looks like you broke into the
wrong...
As she stands up, the remaining SLAYERS fill into the hotel
alongside her, weapons raised, as STANLEY walks into the
foreground.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(slowly)
...hotel.
CONNOR and SONIA rush to Angel's side as the watcher
arrogantly shakes his head.
SONIA
(to Angel)
Just give us the word.
STANLEY
It doesn't have to be this way,
Angel.
ANGEL
Hate to disagree, but standing
aside while you murder our friend
doesn't seem like the greatest
idea.
STANLEY
You don't seem to understand the
significance of the situation. This-
ANGEL
Are you prepared to lead these
girls to their death over this?
STANLEY
They are well aware of the risks of
their calling. They are also aware
of the importance of the task at
hand.
ANGEL
That task has a name.
With that, Angel SWINGS his broadsword toward Stanley, but is
promptly deflected by one of the slayers.
Connor and Sonia are quick to follow suit, storming into
battle alongside Angel.
Angel engages the first slayer out of the gate and with a few
deft swings of the sword, draws her attention and SWEEPS her
legs out from under her.
Wasting no time, he immediately moves onto the next with an
overhead attack as we cut to:
Connor and Sonia are back to back, fighting off the rapid
attacks. Weapons are swinging in every which direction as
Connor holds his own, averting a swift blow and using the
dull side of his axe to land one of them unconscious.
On the other side of the lobby, SPIKE enters the room,
followed closely by SKYE. Spike takes a quick glance around
the room and looks back to Skye.
SPIKE
He tells us to lock the basement,
only to let them in through the
front bloody door!
The two of them sprint out of view, leaving us to cut to:
ILLYRIA stands on the balcony overlooking the lobby as she
takes in the action. A quick smile overtakes her face before
she leaps over the railing and to the floor below.
Before she can get to the center of the action, one of the
slayers advance. Illyria doesn't give her time to raise her
weapon, BACKHANDING her effortlessly across the room and
moving into the thick of things.
Spike ducks underneath one attack and jumps over another
before using the handle of his sword to POP one of girls in
the face and spinning around with a heavy FIST to take
another off her feet.
As things seem to be only intensifying, Angel sees
opportunity. He FLIPS a quickly approaching slayer over his
back and sprints across the room to grab an observing
Stanley. Angel holds his sword to his throat as he yells out:
ANGEL
That's enough!
The room falls silent in a matter of moments as the girls
nervously eye their leader in Angel's grip.
SARAH
(yelling)
Ow!
Everyone turns to the source of the scream where one of the
girls, SARAH - a short and athletic slayer with her long,
blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, is rubbing her eye.
SARAH(cont'd)
(to Spike)
You hit me after he said 'that's
enough'!
SPIKE
(beat; to Angel)
She can't prove it.
Angel ignores Spike's outburst and looks down to Stanley.
ANGEL
(stern)
Tell them to drop their weapons.
STANLEY
(to the girls)
Don't do it. My life is
inconsequential. The only thing
that matters is the mission.
The girls all look to one another - not sure what to do.
ANGEL
The mission's odds aren't looking
so hot right now. Why don't you
just give it up, go home, and we'll
call it a day.
(beat; sternly)
Because you're not getting Wesley.
STANLEY
That's just the thing. Neither are
you.
(beat)
That thing that you brought back...
We stare in on Wesley, leaning nonchalantly against the far
wall of the lobby as Stanley finishes.
STANLEY (cont'd)
... it isn't Wesley.
Off of Angel's bemused expression, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - NIGHT 2
Angel is still staring at Wes, trying to process what the
watcher is saying and whether or not it holds merit.
ANGEL
(sternly)
You're wrong.
Stanley glances down at the sword held firmly against his
neck before he continues.
STANLEY
You can tell me, without reserve,
that you're certain that man is
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce? That his
actions since his arrival haven't
been cause for concern?
ANGEL
He doesn't have a soul.
STANLEY
Precisely. His-
SPIKE (O.S)
What the hell are you two nancies
whispering about?
Spike is standing alongside Skye now, staring intently at
Angel and his hostage.
SPIKE (cont'd)
If there was ever time for a group
discussion, I think we've found it.
ANGEL
(beat; to Stanley)
If that's not Wesley, then what the
hell is it?
TAYLOR (O.S)
Am I interrupting something?
Everyone raises their weapons as they turn to the front door,
leaving TAYLOR to quickly raise his hands to the air.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
(to Angel)
Should I...
ANGEL
No. I think I've got this under
control.
(beat; to Stanley)
Call off your slayers and let's
have a word in my office.
Angel lowers the sword and releases Stanley as he walks from
view. Stanley watches him walk to his office, obviously
debating on what to do before reluctantly following him to
the office.
Taylor is still standing at the doors, staring curiously at
the group.
TAYLOR
(to slayers)
You can point your weapons
elsewhere. I don't like to, but I
will hit a girl if necessary.
As the Slayers exchange looks, not exactly intimidated by
Taylor, we cut to:
3 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - LATER 3
Angel is sitting behind his desk as he eyes Stanley.
ANGEL
So you're saying that you think,
what? He's a demon?
STANLEY
I'm not certain. What I am certain
of, however, is that I was given
strict instructions to eliminate
him if he was perceived to be a
threat.
ANGEL
A threat to what? The Council?
STANLEY
To the world at large.
ANGEL
The only thing that Wes has proven
a threat to is himself by globally
pissing off everyone around him.
STANLEY
I cannot return to The Council
without having either proven that
he is, indeed, the real Wesley or
eradicating the threat.
Angel stares Stanley down, trying to work something out in
his mind before we cut to:
4 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 4
We catch Angel and Stanley conversing through the window
before we pull back to take in the whole of the scene.
Angel and Stanley's team are all sitting lazily about the
lobby - not at one another's throats like you'd expect, but
conversing
A group of the slayers are sitting in the floor in front of
Spike and Skye.
SPIKE
I don't care what the damn file
says, it was in self defense! Both
of those slayers attacked me!
SKYE
(surprised)
Spike has a file?
GABRIELLE
Yep. It's the second biggest one
that the council has on vampires.
GABRIELLE is a dark complected, Hawaiian girl. Her shoulder
length, black hair is pulled up into a pony tail on each side
of her head and smiles as she indulges Skye.
SKYE
(impressed)
Really?
GABRIELLE
The only bigger one belongs to...
SPIKE
(apathetic)
... Angel.
GABRIELLE
How did you know?
SPIKE
Because he's always got to be a
bloody show off, doesn't he? Plus,
I had a whole hundred years to make
up for! I did quite well, if you
ask me.
(off Skye's look)
Still self defense.
KYLIE, a short haired Australian girl, dressed in punk
attire, eyes Spike like a starstruck young schoolgirl.
KYLIE
So is it really true that you had
to fight to get your soul back,
instead of a curse like Angel?
SPIKE
(proudly)
Damn right I did. I went through
the demon trials, little girl.
Nothing in your life will ever
compare to one moment of the pain I
felt in that cave.
KYLIE
(almost swooning)
And all for the woman you love.
SPIKE
She was worth it, let me-
Spike realizes what he has just done and stops to look over
at Skye, tilting her head to the side with an envious
intrigue.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(quickly)
It wasn't about the girl... any
girl! It was about me wanting to be
a better man. And I- Ah, bugger it.
(to Skye)
Go on. Hit me.
Off of Skye's tempted expression, we cut to:
Taylor walks over to where Illyria is standing at the front
desk, staring across the room at a bored Wesley.
TAYLOR
So you wanna fill me in on what the
'what the hell'?
ILLYRIA
(still staring)
We battled an army of little girls
that we weren't allowed to destroy.
(beat; angrily)
They sought to kill Wesley.
TAYLOR
(looking to girls)
They are slayers, right?
Illyria nods.
TAYLOR (cont'd)
Then why are they out to get the
new guy?
And is it just the new guy in
general, because I could
technically be considered the 'new
guy' if he hadn't came back.
ILLYRIA
They presume that he is not the
real Wesley.
TAYLOR
I could see-
ILLYRIA
(snaps)
They presume incorrectly! Wesley
will return to his previous state.
TAYLOR
That's all fine and good, but what
are we going to do when this little
'time out' is over?
ILLYRIA
Kill them all.
TAYLOR
(okay)
Right.
Illyria has yet to shift her gaze from Wes and Taylor takes
advantage as he shakes his head while he walks away. We watch
Illyria's fierce gaze before cutting to:
Sonia appears beyond bored as Connor is near surrounded by
another group of the slayers.
CONNOR
It wasn't that bad. Quor'toth
really gets a bad rap, but isn't
any worse than any other hell
dimension.
The girls let out a collective 'awww' as Sonia rolls her
eyes.
SARAH
You poor thing.
CONNOR
No really, it wasn't what you'd
think. I mean, sure... I was
running from demons by the time
that I could walk, but that was
just until I learned to kill them.
Sonia rolls her eyes as we cut to:
5 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 5
Angel gets a look of realization as Stanley watches on.
ANGEL
So if I could prove to you, with
certainty, that Wesley is himself,
the council would be satisfied.
STANLEY
If you could prove to me that it
is, in fact, Wesley, I will happily
return to England without incident.
You presume that I wish it not to
be him. When, in actuality, I hope
and pray that I do have my friend
back.
ANGEL
Then we've got something in common.
STANLEY
What do you suggest?
WESLEY (O.S)
Yes. What do you suggest, fearless
leader?
Wesley walks into the room and stands alongside Stanley's
chair, eyeing Angel.
ANGEL
Don't you have someone to belittle,
Wesley?
WESLEY
We're talking my fate, aren't we?
Only fair that I'm present to hear
my sentencing.
ANGEL
(beat)
I think that I may know a way to
get to the bottom of this.
Off of Wesley's intrigued expression, we cut to:
6 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 6
Back in the lobby, all the slayers are now sitting in a
circle on the floor as Spike continues his story.
SPIKE
So there were these Uber-Vamps
coming from every which direction
you can imagine.
I'm fighting them off nearly by the
dozen, and knocking them back into
the fiery depths of hell!
Leaning up against the front desk now is Skye, Sonia, and
Nina, all of them watching apathetically as Spike goes on
about his story with Connor standing just on the other side
of him.
SPIKE (O.S) (cont'd)
Even though I was holding my own,
the others weren't faring quite as
well. Buffy and the other newly
activated slayers were starting to
show signs of wear and tear.
(beat)
That's when it hit me. I knew what
I had to do.
SKYE
(beat)
He is so full of crap!
SONIA
Didn't the amulet just go off by
itself or something?
SKYE
That's the story I got.
SONIA
(scoffs)
Men. They tell you that they never
want anyone else until a dozen or
so well built, superpowered hussies
come strolling in through the hotel
doors. Then it's 'when I saved the
world' and 'I grew up in a hell
dimension' story hour!
NINA
Come on guys. There's no reason to
be jealous. Spike and Connor are
crazy about you two.
SKYE
Oh? So how cool and collected would
you be if Buffy was here?
NINA
(obviously agitated)
I would be extremely cool.
(beat)
And collected.
SONIA
(wry)
Yeah. I can tell in the tone of
your voice.
SKYE
(to Nina)
Don't feel bad. If Buffy were here,
they'd all three be swooning like a
bunch of teenagers watching late
night skinemax.
NINA
Men suck.
The three girls go back to glaring as we cut to:
7 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 7
Stanley stands up from his chair, obviously debating upon
something.
STANLEY
Is it even possible?
ANGEL
Of course. It worked on me. The
spell would be reversed, but I'm
sure the same principles apply.
STANLEY
And you're just now trying it
because...
ANGEL
It honestly hadn't dawned on me up
until this point. I expected- I
don't know what I expected. All I
know is that this is the best
course of action that we've got at
the moment.
STANLEY
I agree.
WESLEY
Well, I, for one, do not agree. Who
says I even want my bloody soul
back? The only thing it ever did
for me was cause guilt and suppress
my honesty. I've found that I can
live without it quite readily.
ANGEL
(sternly)
It's isn't open for discussion.
Angel heads towards the office door, and we cut out to:
8 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 8
Spike is still standing in the middle of the slayers,
rehearsing his exaggerated tale.
SPIKE
So I could feel the flesh burning
away from the bone and all the
while, I could only think about one
thing...
GABRIELLE
Buffy?
Spike starts to open his mouth, but quickly stops and takes
in his surroundings - the girls have moved on. Spike exhales
and turns back to them.
SPIKE
Damn right! My life is quite
literally being ripped away from
me, but it's of little concern when
you're trying to save the woman you
love.
(beat)
That's what being a champion is all
about.
The girls let out another collective 'awww' over Spike's
story as he smiles and nods along.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(beat)
Okay, who wants to hear about how
Angel used to live in the alleys
and dine on rats?
Across the room, the front door to the hotel swiftly swings
open, but all we catch are an expensive pair of shoes walking
across the lobby floor.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(suspicious)
Wait a tick. I know that bloke.
Off of Spike's pondering expression, we cut to:
9 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 9
Wes is still standing angrily at the front of Angel's desk.
WESLEY
And I don't give a damn. It's my
soul!
If I want to leave the thing
floating pointlessly throughout a
dark oblivion, then, by God, that's
where it will stay!
ANGEL
I'm not convinced.
STANLEY
Me either.
Angel stands up from his desk and turns around to grab his
coat.
ANGEL
Come on, Wes. Let's go get your
soul back.
ROGER (O.S)
Yes.
(beat)
Let's.
Angel and Stanley whip around to see ROGER WYNDHAM-PRYCE
standing in the doorway.
Wes straightens, a wry grin crossing his face as he
recognises the owner of the voice.
WESLEY
(back still turned)
Hello, Father.
As Angel and Stanley exchange a curious glance, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
10 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 10
Back on scene, just as Roger makes his entrance.
STANLEY
(surprised)
Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, what are you
doing here?
ROGER
I got word of your diagnosis back
in England. I thought I would come
to... supervise the situation. It
is, after all, pertaining to my
son, is it not?
STANLEY
Yes, sir. Of course. I just-
ANGEL
(panic)
Spike!
Everyone quickly turns around to see Spike nearly half way
through the swing of his AXE, aiming directly at Roger's
neck.
Spike stops himself just before connecting.
SPIKE
What?! Have you been bartering
deals to change people's memories
again? He's a bloody robot!
Roger turns around to stare grimly at Spike.
ROGER
That is the second time that this
animal has tried to take my life.
We met back in-
SPIKE
1963. You see, the damn thing is
skipping like a broken record as we
speak!
ANGEL
I'm sorry about the near death
experience, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, but
there was an... incident last year.
ROGER
I'm aware of The Council's efforts
to retrieve the Staff of Devasin.
Cyborgs of great likeness, if I'm
not mistaken.
ANGEL
You're not. And they were really
convincing.
ROGER
So I've heard.
(beat)
So much so that Wesley shot my
imposter eight times in the chest.
ANGEL
That was-
Wesley finally turns around.
WESLEY
(sincerely)
I had thought it was you.
ROGER
Yes. Of that, I'm certain. The
Council was wary of sending me into
'the belly of the beast,' so to
speak. That is the only reason that
I was not there in person and that
I'm here today.
WESLEY
Think of it as trying to allow
retribution for the years of
torment that I experienced, because
of your inability to show
affection.
ROGER
(taken aback)
I-
SPIKE
I really do hate to break up the
lovely family reunion that will, no
doubt, end in bloodshed...
(to Roger)
... but we're going to need proof.
ROGER
(puzzled)
I beg your pardon?
SPIKE
Lift up your shirt, Gramps.
Roger looks angrily over to Angel and Wesley.
WESLEY
(laughing)
You best do as they say, Father.
They are, like you said, animals.
ANGEL
I'm sorry, but Spike does have a
point. We spent an entire day with
you before and never knew the
difference.
ROGER
(annoyed)
For goodness' sake... you're
vampires, do I not let off a scent?
ANGEL
Yes.
(beat)
But then again, so did the robot.
ROGER
(lifting up his shirt)
I have never heard of anything so
utterly ridiculous in my entire
life. This is no way to run a
business! In my day-
(beat)
Do you mind?
Roger looks down to Spike who is poking his side and back
with his finger.
SPIKE
(matter of fact)
The robots had a removable spot of
skin. Also had a bomb in its
stomach.
(beat; to Angel)
I think the old geezer is clean,
though.
Roger glares at Spike.
ANGEL
(thinking)
Okay. I guess, if you want to
accompany us...
ROGER
Of course, I do. Anything to get my
Wesley back to normal.
WESLEY
Oh, bugger off, you lie infested,
old man.
Sending in my best friend to do me
in was a failure so The Council had
no choice but to send my father,
even if the man has a history of
not giving a damn about me!
ROGER
Now listen here, boy-
WESLEY
(interrupts)
You know what? I think I'll pass
this time.
(beat)
I spent years. Actually, I've spent
my entire life in a state of
oppression because all that I ever
wanted was to please you.
(beat)
That, however, changed the day that
I died. That hell dimension was the
greatest thing that ever happened
to me. It opened my eyes to the
fact that my father detests me...
only because he sees part of
himself in me. Let's not kid
ourselves, Father. Your
achievements with The Council go
almost unrivaled, but that's where
your immaculate forthcoming ends,
isn't it?
(beat)
A bastard son raised by his mother,
because Father was off chasing
ghosts and drinking when he was
home to dull the pain of the things
that he had seen and friends that
he lost. I suppose that you're not
to blame for the consequences of
your job, but neither am I!
Roger seems almost speechless, but only momentarily.
ROGER
Are you quite finished?
WESLEY
I suppose that I am.
ROGER
Good. Then let's get going.
Roger walks out of the office, leaving the others exchanging
curious looks before:
ANGEL
Well, you heard the man.
The others walk from the office too.
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