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11 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - NIGHT 11
WHUMP! Something hits the front doors from outside, causing
the glass in the frontage windows to wobble. Wes walks into
frame, exchanging a curious glance with a UTF member packing
his tools away.
Wes steps up to the door and consults a small monitor mounted
next to it - it shows a CCTV picture of Spike and Sonia
outside, Spike clutching his nose and cursing. Wes smirks and
swipes a keycard down an electronic lock to open the door.
SPIKE (O.S.)
(as doors open)
... what the bloody thing's doing
closed anyway!
Spike barges in, one hand pressed to his reddened nose as
Sonia steps quietly in behind him. They're both covered with
dirt and scratches but are otherwise okay.
WES
How did it go?
SPIKE
(still angry)
Fine, actually. Batgirl here
ignited a gas main to toast the
little buggers before they made us
into next month's packed lunches.
Thought I was having quite a good
night till I get back here and
almost break my bloody nose!
The trio walk back down the steps into the foyer.
WES
One should always try to turn a
door handle before pushing the door
open, Spike. You'd be amazed at the
results.
SPIKE
I never had to before! Since when
did we start locking this place
down like a Scotsman's wallet?
WES
Since we were invaded by an army of
demons who tore large holes in the
walls and forced us to rebuild and
improve our security.
Wes hands a small white keycard to each of them.
WES (cont'd)
Don't lose these. You'll need them
to unlock all the main entrances
into the hotel now, including the
sewer tunnels.
Wes turns and heads for his office, leaving Spike to shrug
his jacket off, wincing at his sore shoulder, as Sonia lays
her weapons down and tries to wipe away some of the dirt.
SONIA
Do you still think about them?
SPIKE
Who? Oh, back to that, are we?
SONIA
You never gave me an answer before.
SPIKE
Did you miss the army of tiny
demons trying to suck out my
eyeballs through my nose?
Sonia smirks back at him, and Spike sighs as he takes a seat,
rescuing a crumpled pack of smokes from his jeans.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Honestly, I try not to. I feel
pretty rotten about what I did to
Skye, and I hope one day we can be
mates again.
Buffy, well, she didn't exactly
shower me with affection when I
last saw her, even after all the
trouble we went to keeping the
Keeper busy for her, and Drusilla,
wherever she is would still be too
close for my liking.
SONIA
I think about Connor every day. I
can't make myself stop.
Spike looks up at her, noticing the emotion she's fighting to
keep in. He pauses before lighting his cigarette.
SPIKE
Don't stop. But don't let it eat at
you every day either.
SONIA
Isn't there anything I can do? I
mean, I heard there were potions
and things you can take to make it-
SPIKE
No. Don't go down that road, pet.
Pills, potions, spells and magics
never fixed a broken heart for very
long in my experience.
Sonia looks away guiltily, but Spike doesn't notice. She
opens her mouth as if to confess something, but thinks better
of it and turns to walk away, startling herself as she bumps
into Illyria.
SONIA
Oh! Didn't see you there. Are you
okay? Where's-
ILLYRIA
You talk of love?
Sonia and Spike swap a glance before Spike nods to her.
SPIKE
Sort of. Why? Got some Hell God
doomed romance you'd like to throw
into the discussion, Blue?
ILLYRIA
Your emotions define you. It is
what makes you human. Your brains
construct a course of action but
your hearts always direct you their
own way.
SPIKE
Fact of life.
ILLYRIA
It will be your downfall.
SONIA
Excuse me?
ILLYRIA
Emotions only allow more pain to
attack you. It creates more flaws,
new weaknesses, things for the
enemy to exploit.
SPIKE
(frowns)
Are you feeling alright?
Illyria HUFFS and starts to walk away when Spike calls out:
SPIKE (cont'd)
Did you and Wes have another
lover's tiff?
Illyria pauses, turning on her heel and glaring furiously at
Spike. He just smirks back at her.
SPIKE (cont'd)
What's the matter, didn't think I
knew? It's not exactly a secret to
those of us in the know, Blue.
Illyria doesn't have an answer for him, turning and stomping
away as Spike chuckles to himself.
SONIA
What was that all about?
SPIKE
I'll explain later.
Spike stands and grabs his jacket as we cut to:
12 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 12
Having temporarily taken over Angel's old office, Wes now has
a bank of monitors facing the desk, and as he checks through
some more paperwork he doesn't immediately notice a dark
haired young woman come to stand outside the hotel's front
doors.
She hits the BUZZER and Wes looks up, frowning as he tries to
recognise the girl. She looks up at the camera over the door -
and it's Kirsten!
KIRSTEN
Uh, I don't know if you can hear
me, but I need to come in. My
name's Kirsten Walsh, I used to
work for Wolfram and Hart... and I
may have a way to help Angel.
Wes sits back in his chair, mulling this over for a beat,
then he hits a reed button on a control panel before the
monitors, and we hear the foyer door unlock off screen with a
BUZZ and a loud CLICK.
As we see Kirsten step into the hotel via the screens, we
stay on Wes' thoughtful expression for a beat before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
13 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - NIGHT 13
Kirsten is sitting on the sofa in the middle of the floor,
nodding a thanks to Sonia as she hands her a cup of coffee.
Wes, Spike and Illyria are studying the newcomer carefully.
KIRSTEN
So...
(blinks)
Is something wrong? I mean, you
guys have been looking at me like I
just bought you all a puppy and
then shot it ever since I got here.
WES
We're just not used to little
surprises like this, that's all.
The fact that you used to work for
Wolfram and Hart isn't exactly
making us want to rush into
trusting you.
Kirsten looks down at her shoes, nodding.
KIRSTEN
I know. I can hardly believe I'm
here myself.
(looks round)
I mean... I heard so much about
this place over the years, what it
stood for, the trouble it caused
our...
(catches herself)
The firm, I mean. Past tense.
WES
In what capacity did you work
there?
KIRSTEN
I was a PA, just filing and
secretarial stuff, which was
actually a lot more interesting
than I just made it sound.
She tries a smile at her little joke, but all she gets are
stony glares back from the others. She COUGHS once and falls
silent again.
SPIKE
She was also Kitridge's little shag
piece, let's not forget that.
Hardly making us want to trust her.
She nervously looks away as Spike takes Wes by the shoulder
and leads him off for a quiet word.
SPIKE (cont'd)
What do you make of her?
WES
It's too soon to say. She doesn't
see to be openly aggressive or
dangerous, but then again, she did
work for Wolfram and Hart.
SPIKE
I say we rough her up a bit.
(off Wes' look)
Nothing serious, I just mean scare
her a little. Make her see that if
we find out she's been lying to us,
we won't be happy.
WES
And how do you suggest we do that?
SPIKE
(smirks)
You leave that to me.
They turn back and rejoin Sonia and Illyria.
WES
Next question. Why did you leave?
KIRSTEN
I was fired.
SPIKE
That's new. I thought contracts
with that place were permanent, in
the fire and brimstone sense of the
word?
KIRSTEN
They are. It's complicated. I...
She trails off, taking another sip of coffee for comfort.
SPIKE
Come on, luv. I doubt anything you
have to say can shock us at this
point.
KIRSTEN
(beat)
I betrayed the company.
Wes and Spike exchange surprised looks as we cut to:
14 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - LATER 14
Back with Kirsten, the team having moved into Angel's office.
Wes sits at the desk, keeping a watchful eye on Illyria as
she prowls round the office, examining Wes' bookshelves.
KIRSTEN
So... then I was just helping James
out, sneaking around at the office
and fetching things for him, stuff
like that.
SPIKE
So you're the one who caused all
that bloody trouble! I bet you were
behind that spell that sent us all
bonkers when Buffy came back!
KIRSTEN
Not personally, no. But I'm not
saying I didn't help.
Spike looks at Wes, as if to ask 'can I start threatening her
now?' Wes shakes his head and steps forward.
WES
I'm sure you can see our position.
You used to work for the CEO who
spent the last year trying to
cripple us, then you tell us you
were fired for continuing to see
him after he, too, was removed from
office, and then you walk in here
and expect us to believe you when
you say you know how to help Angel?
KIRSTEN
It's a lot to ask, I know, but-
SPIKE
Bloody right! I mean, let's not
forget the fact that Angel killed
your boyfriend as well here - if
that was me, I know I'd be looking
for some ways to get some proper
payback.
KIRSTEN
(quietly)
Angel didn't kill James. Wolfram
and Hart pushed him into that
place, he...
(tearful)
He only did what he did to try and
get his job back.
He shouldn't have been anywhere
near what was happening, I tried to
tell him, but...
Kirsten descends into sobs. The team aren't sure what to do
until Sonia goes to Kirsten's side, throwing a comforting arm
round her as she continues to weep.
Illyria marches back over to Wes and Spike, casting a glance
over her shoulder at Kirsten.
ILLYRIA
I sense great pain in her, but
little anger. If she had any desire
to hurt us, she does not have the
strength to fight.
WES
Spike?
SPIKE
Oh, you actually care about what I
think now, do you?
WES
(weary)
Just say what you think.
SPIKE
I think we should keep her here for
a bit longer before we start
trusting her, or giving her one of
those white keycard thingies. The
girlfriend of Wolfram and Hart's
top dog comes knocking at our door
and claims she doesn't blame Angel
for slitting her loverboy's throat?
(shakes head)
I don't buy it.
ILLYRIA
What do you think? I could make her
death quick if it is your wish.
WES
Thank you, but there's no need.
I've made my decision.
Wes steps past them both and over to Kirsten, who looks up at
him, still emotional.
WES (cont'd)
We'll hear your offer. If you can
prove your sincerity to us, then
we'll be able to work together. But
this is a one time deal.
If we see you again after this, it
won't be as allies.
KIRSTEN
(nods)
I understand.
WES
Now - how can you help Angel?
KIRSTEN
There's a program at Wolfram and
Hart, a kind of invasive
psychotherapy procedure. Dr.
Serrano pioneered it, and
everything I heard about it said it
was revolutionary stuff.
ILLYRIA
(thinks)
Serrano...
(to Spike)
Did he not burn when the dragon Iza
returned to Los Angeles?
SPIKE
That's the chap. Went up in smoke
quite nicely, as I recall. Which
leaves whatever 'program' he was
working on a bit redundant, really,
doesn't it?
KIRSTEN
No, there are plenty of people
taking over from where he left off.
WES
What did this 'program' do,
exactly?
KIRSTEN
We used it to brainwash clients,
witnesses, jurors, anything like
that. Any time we needed some false
memories implanted and we didn't
have somebody like Cyrus Vail
around...
Wes twitches at the mention of his name, and Illyria glances
at him.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
... then we'd use the lab to do the
same thing.
SONIA
How would that help us? We need to
get Angel out from wherever he's
stuck himself.
KIRSTEN
The procedure works several ways,
and one of them is to stimulate and
invigorate parts of the brain that
have locked down, for whatever
reason. Serrano used to use it to
extract information from people,
but-
WES
(catching on)
But in theory, the same methods of
stimulation could be used to bring
somebody back out of a comatose
state.
(impressed)
It's ingenious, I'll admit. Even
for Wolfram and Hart.
SPIKE
Yeah, still, proof first, if you
don't mind.
KIRSTEN
Oh, that's easy. I can get you lab
reports, technical schematics, test
results, anything you need.
SONIA
(suspicious)
How?
KIRSTEN
I still have a few friends in
there. And I know lots of ways in
and out of that building.
Wes raises an eyebrow, and Kirsten catches it.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
I'm not going to tell you guys any
of them, though. Otherwise, what
would you need me for?
SPIKE
She's got a point.
WES
What's in this for you?
KIRSTEN
The Senior Partners don't want
Angel dead, he's too big a part of
their plans. I think even if they
found out we were doing this, they
wouldn't try to stop us. They need
Angel back in the game.
SONIA
Okay, now you're starting to sound
like a lawyer all of a sudden.
KIRSTEN
Sorry. Force of habit.
WES
You didn't answer my question.
Kirsten takes a moment to think, choosing her words carefully
before she replies.
KIRSTEN
I want out. I may not have a job,
but I'm still under contract. I
can't leave LA, I can't get another
job, I can't do anything. Some
people are lucky and get put in a
holding dimension when they're
between contracts. People like me
don't get it that good - we just
have to survive in the real world
instead.
ILLYRIA
Punishment enough.
WES
(eyes Illyria)
So in return for you helping us, I
take it you want us to guarantee
your safety?
KIRSTEN
I'll help out with anything you
guys need. Information, contacts,
resources - I can still get access
to a lot of stuff that you can't
any more.
Wes leans back in his chair, pondering her offer.
SPIKE
Well? Are we going through with
this or can I try my interrogation
technique?
WES
It's a tempting offer. If she's
telling the truth about this
procedure, it could be the key to
restoring Angel.
SONIA
What if she's lying?
KIRSTEN
Hey, I'm still sitting right here!
SPIKE
Button it, pipsqueak. You're not
off the naughty girls' list yet.
WES
We won't make a move until I've
seen those lab reports she
mentioned. Then, if it all seems
kosher, we'll move on.
ILLYRIA
And if her words then reveal
themselves as lies?
WES
(beat)
You and Spike can kill her.
KIRSTEN
(horrified)
What?!?
WES
We'll consider your offer, if you
bring us some evidence.
KIRSTEN
(quickly)
Not a problem. I'll be back as soon
as I can.
She jumps out of her seat and heads for the door, eager to
get away, but pauses in the doorway, turning back round.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
There's one other reason I want to
do this.
WES
Go on.
KIRSTEN
I want the Senior Partners to pay
for what they did to James.
He died because they used him, and
then spat him out and left him to
try and pick up the pieces. He
shouldn't have been there the day
Angel killed him, and I don't want
them to get away with what they
did.
Sonia and Spike share a meaningful look - they know the pain
of losing a loved one as well as anybody.
WES
Very well. Report back here as soon
as you have something for us.
Kirsten nods, opens the door and heads outside. The team
reconvene around Wes, who wears a thoughtful expression once
again.
ILLYRIA
If she speaks the truth, then is
this not the chance we have been
searching for?
SPIKE
Blue's right, we may not get a
better chance to snap old Angel
Eyes out of his nap.
SONIA
Yeah, but... Wolfram and Hart? Can
we ever trust anything that comes
out of that place?
WES
Ordinarily, I'd say no.
(glances at ceiling)
But under the circumstances, I'm
afraid we don't have much choice.
Spike nudges Sonia, indicating that they should go, and as
the duo leave, we cut to:
15 EXT. LA - STREET - NIGHT 15
Zipping her jacket up, Kirsten walks back towards the city
centre and away from the hotel, retrieving her phone from her
jacket pocket. She dials a number and waits for an answer.
LINDSEY
(filtered; through phone)
McDonald.
KIRSTEN
I'm in.
LINDSEY
Excellent work. Did they buy your
story? Actually, I guess they must
have, otherwise you'd be dead.
KIRSTEN
I told them I blamed Wolfram and
Hart for what happened to James,
that seemed to do it.
LINDSEY
We both know that isn't true, don't
we? Angel was the one who cut his
throat and left him to die. Never
forget that.
KIRSTEN
I won't.
LINDSEY
Keep me updated. We're all very
pleased with your progress,
Kirsten, there may be a place for
you back in this firm if you do
your job well.
KIRSTEN
I know. Thank you.
She hangs up and tucks the phone away, and as she continues
to walk towards us, the memory of Kitridge bringing on a
fresh set of tears, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
16 INT. HYPERION - WESLEY'S ROOM - NIGHT 16
It's a few hours later, and Wes, still fully dressed, is back
in his bed, his glasses off as he lies back, his eyes closed.
A slender arm snakes across his chest, and Illyria - again as
Fred - shifts round into view, fast asleep.
Wes reaches an arm down and gently holds Illyria's, the two
of them looking like any other couple sharing a bed - but Wes
has a distant look in his eyes that suggests his mind is in
another place entirely.
There's a KNOCK at the door, and Wes sits bolt upright.
Illyria wakes and sits up too, changing back to her blue
haired appearance in an instant.
ILLYRIA
Who is there?
WES
It's alright, I'll deal with it.
Wes gets out of bed and heads over to the door, opening it a
notch so he can see outside without letting whoever's outside
see Illyria in his bed.
It's Sonia, an urgent look on her face, and Wes lets the door
open a little further.
WES (cont'd)
What is it?
(checks watch)
Has Kirsten returned?
SONIA
Uh, no, we have an actual problem.
Schicksal demon downtown, it's
taken five hostages and we're
taking some of the boys out to deal
with it. Thought you should know.
WES
Schicksal demons have extraordinary
mind control powers, Sonia, you'll
need to take precautions.
Spike steps into frame, nonchalantly swinging a sword up onto
his shoulder.
SPIKE
She doesn't need 'em, she's got me.
WES
(beat)
Quite.
SPIKE
So, are you coming, or are you
going to stay in your room and
carry on doing...
(mischievous)
... whatever?
WES
I'm quite sure Sonia and yourself
can handle things if you're taking
some backup. All I would advise you
do is take plenty of bacci root
along.
SONIA
That's that brown, wispy stuff on
the third shelf in the supply
cupboard, right?
SPIKE
(blinks)
We have a supply cupboard?
WES
(nods)
Chew it like it was gum just as you
enter wherever the schicksal has
made its home, it'll help protect
you from its mind control by
releasing an enzyme into your-
Spike interrupts Wes by grabbing Sonia by the arm and
starting to drag her away.
SPIKE
Chew root, kill demon. I think
we've got that. You stay in and
have a good night's rest.
Wes watches them go as they head back to the lobby. He starts
to close the door when Spike shouts out:
SPIKE (O.S.) (cont'd)
And you have fun too, Blue!
Wes closes his eyes and SIGHS before shutting the door.
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