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[bottom] TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - NIGHT 1
The lobby lies entirely silent. The only light comes from the
small lamp sitting on the front desk.
We slowly pan across the room and over toward the stairs.
Nothing moves in the darkness.
Suddenly, a frantic KIRSTEN hurriedly emerges from the
shadows and scampers into the lobby. She has a hand pressed
to her neck and BLOOD trails from beneath it, spilling over
her t-shirt.
She throws a quick look back over her shoulder as she hurries
toward the door, grabbing and hysterically turning at the
door handle to no avail.
She realizes that she needs her key card and begins rummaging
through her pockets, but comes up with nothing.
Staring remorsefully through the front door to the free world
just out of reach, she JUMPS violently as a loud CRASH rings
off screen and echoes throughout the hotel.
With another distressed glance outside, Kirsten turns and
SPRINTS across the lobby, her eyes locked on the TELEPHONE
sitting next to the lamp.
Before she can even get to the front desk, however:
ANGEL (O.S)
Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie...
Kirsten freezes. After a long beat, she cautiously turns
around to see ANGEL standing in the doorway.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(holding up key card)
Looking for this?
KIRSTEN
(shaking)
Look, Angel, I know that this isn't
you. I know what you're going
through. You're feeling-
ANGEL
Hungry? If you were going to say
hungry...
(rubbing crotch)
... I may have enough left over for
a bonus prize.
KIRSTEN
(petrified)
Angel...
ANGEL
After the murder, of course.
Because let's face it, Elizabeth,
you're a bit gabby for my taste.
Kirsten slowly starts backing away from him, but as she turns
to run again, she's face to face with Angel!
ANGEL (cont'd)
Boo!
Kirsten falls hard onto her back. Angel smiles as she tries
to push herself back onto her feet.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(laughing)
No matter how many times I try that
on however many different girls,
that gag never gets old!
KIRSTEN
You don't have to do this! I can
help you to stop what you're
feeling, and-
ANGEL
Gotta tell ya, I'm a little bored,
Lizzie. I was really hoping for a
bit more of a fight... or at least
a better chase scene.
Kirsten tries to KICK his legs out from under him, but Angel
effortlessly jumps over the attack and laughs as he lands.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I mean, come on. Your old man put
up more of a fight than this and he
was... well, an old man!
KIRSTEN
(quiet)
Angel, please...
ANGEL
Or you'll what? Bleed on me? I'm
really having trouble finding the
motivation to shut my mouth and...
(sighing)
Screw it. You've ruined my fun. I'm
just going to have to kill you.
Angel DIVES toward Kirsten and pins her on the ground,
promiscuously smelling her hair as he goes to whisper in her
ear.
ANGEL (cont'd)
But first... I'm going to kill
everything that you've ever loved.
Anything that has ever mattered in
your life is going to suffer, and
you're going to die knowing that it
was your fault.
KIRSTEN
(frantic)
Angel, why are you doing this?
What's the matter with you?
ANGEL
(beat; quickly)
Oh well, doesn't matter anyway,
does it? Not to mention, I was
hoping for a bit of alone time
before we begin the fun part. I
always pictured you as quite the
screamer and...
(loudly)
... lucky me!
(whispering)
I get to find out.
Angel smiles diabolically as Kirsten tries to struggle once
more.
Angel VAMPS OUT as he lightly struggles to contain her, and
as he HISSES and starts to lean in for the kill, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 EXT. LA - STREET - NIGHT 2
TITLE OVER - Four Hours Earlier...
A quiet, dark city street. Typically run down Los Angeles
neighbourhood. Cars roll by on the road in the background,
steam rises from air vents on the sides of buildings, and
trash litters the sidewalk.
FOOTSTEPS ring out down the street - someone's running
towards us, and after a few moments a YOUNG WOMAN tears round
a corner, racing down the street.
Her clothes are ragged and she's covered with cuts and
bruises, looking like she's been in a heck of a fight.
She throws a glance over her shoulder as two more GIRLS
appear round the corner, racing to catch up with her.
The woman runs on for a few more moments, then yells back at
her pursuers:
YOUNG WOMAN
Come on! Faster!
The girls behind put their heads down and try to make up
ground, all three looking like they're running from the Devil
himself.
Well, not quite - a BLACK VAN screeches to a halt at the end
of the street, and as its side door slides open, the lead
woman looks round, her face falling with horror.
Three DEMONS jump out of the van - orange, bumpy skin and
wide, fang-filled mouths - and start to close down on the
girls.
YOUNG WOMAN (cont'd)
Oh, God...
(to girls)
Move it!!
The last of the girls is starting to fade, her energy burning
out as she falls back towards the clutches of the demons.
The young woman slows down, finally letting the second girl
catch her up, and they watch helplessly as the demons descend
on the third girl, KICKING her to the floor and beating her
into submission.
GIRL #2
(horrified)
No!
She starts to run back, but the woman grabs her, holding her
back.
YOUNG WOMAN
There's nothing we can do! Come on!
We have to get help!
GIRL #2
But we can't just-
The woman GRABS the girl, pulling her close.
YOUNG WOMAN
Do you want to end up like the
others?
That gets her focused. With a final glance back as one of the
demons starts to drag the unconscious girl back towards the
waiting van, the other two demons set off in pursuit again,
and we cut to:
3 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 3
WES, ILLYRIA, SPIKE, and SONIA are all piled inside. Wes
continues his case from his chair behind the desk.
WESLEY
And the keeping strange hours and
withholding pertinent information
has no bearing on the situation
whatsoever?
SONIA
Angel isn't evil! He's been in a
coma for six months, Wes. That's
got to be enough to screw with
anybody's head.
WESLEY
He was brought out of that coma by
a pure bred Wolfram and Hart
assassin and hasn't given us the
slightest clue as to why. If that's
not cause for suspicion, I don't
know what is.
(beat)
He hasn't even asked about Buffy,
for heaven's sake!
SPIKE
And if he doesn't bring it up,
there's no reason that we should!
WESLEY
(eyes Spike)
All petty jealousies aside, I would
like for you to tell me, with every
ounce of confidence, that asking
for the love of his life-
SPIKE
(interrupts)
Our lives!
WESLEY
(ignoring Spike)
... after a six month stint in a
coma isn't the first thing that
Angel would do. It was even the
first thing that you did after
coming back from beneath Sunnydale.
Spike is quiet for a moment, thinking to himself.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Well?
SPIKE
(agitated)
0h, like you haven't been acting
the slightest bit abnormal
yourself, Percy! Sneaking around
the plantation in the night's wee
hours and keeping secrets from
your...
(motioning to Illyria)
... ancient, whip cracking
mistress.
Illyria clearly takes notice of the mention, studying
Wesley's reaction.
SPIKE (cont'd)
We've all seen you using your
little plastic freedom card to
escape into the mysterious night
air with your team of queen's
guards, to do heaven only knows
what. So, after we adjourn this
lovely secret meeting, maybe we
should send you on your merry
little way and decide whether or
not you're evil!
WESLEY
(tetchy)
I'm not the one on trial here!
SPIKE
Only because you've proclaimed
yourself judge, jury, and bloody
executioner!
ILLYRIA
Wesley is not evil!
SPIKE
So he tells you where he's going at
night, then?
Illyria is actually at a loss for words. Sonia GRUNTS with
annoyance to bring the room's focus back.
SONIA
Okay, arguing is getting us
nowhere! We need to look at this
objectively.
Illyria is still staring at Wes, who tries to ignore her
stares as he continues.
WESLEY
(calmly)
I've been objective. You're quite
literally pulling quotes from my
opening speech.
(off look)
Point taken.
Sonia looks over to Spike.
SPIKE
(off looks)
Fine. But if these little meetings
are going to be a weekly
installment, I get to be the judge
next time!
WESLEY
All that I was trying to say with
my Buffy theory is that it is one
of the seemingly many things that
have Angel behaving extremely out
of character.
A beat.
WESLEY (cont'd)
So, is it safe to assume that we're
all in agreement that something
strange is most definitely afoot in
regards to Angel and his recent
activity?
A long beat and a reluctant 'yes' from the others.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Good. Now that we've gotten the
formality out of the way, we need
to start work on trying to decipher
his actions since he's awakened
from his coma.
SPIKE
Starting with Old Man Brood's
latest squeeze. She may have played
the role of heroic sniper woman
back in that bar, but my money says
that there's something sinister
going on behind those pretty blue
eyes that could prove to be very
bad to all our heath.
SONIA
She couldn't have done the... soul
taking thing - could she? She
didn't have time.
WESLEY
She may not have un-ensouled Angel,
but if there's a mystical force
powerful enough to turn a champion
into a hapless lackey, it's a fair
assumption that Wolfram and Hart
have it.
SPIKE
Is 'un-ensouled' a word?
SONIA
Why would they wait till this late
in the game to use it? They've been
after Angel for what, over six
years? Seems to me that they'd have
used the thing to off his free will
the second he got to town.
WESLEY
If memory serves, they've tried
similar things in the past. Eve and
that parasite, for example.
ILLYRIA
It is a common tactic in warfare.
Everyone stops and turns to Illyria.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
You do not wish to reveal all of
your advantages to your opponent
until it is absolutely necessary.
(beat; arrogantly)
I never had a need for such tripe.
I crushed my opponents with only my
will.
SPIKE
And back on the earth that isn't
aeons in the past and a figment of
a delusional god...
Illyria glares at Spike.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(snappy)
You and your will were defeated!
You're shagging a human - the 'most
annoying and pointless of all
creatures,' remember? I'm losing
all respect for your 'when I was a
hell god' stories, 'cause, to tell
the truth, they're all starting to
sound the same to me!
WESLEY
(rolling eyes)
And we're back to the arguing.
SONIA
(yells)
Would you all shut up?!
Everyone stops and stares defensively at Sonia.
SONIA (cont'd)
None of this matters. All of this
bickering is pointless... because
Angel is Angel. If something is
wrong with him, we fix it.
(beat)
Is that something that we can all
agree on?
(off nods)
Good.
(beat; quickly)
Now, what do we do if, by some off
chance, our boss is an, evil, mass
murdering psychopath?
ANGEL (O.S)
I'm not an evil, mass murdering
psychopath.
Sonia FREEZES as Angel ENTERS the room.
WESLEY
We would never dream...
SPIKE
(raises hand)
I did.
Angel shoots him an apathetic glance.
SPIKE (cont'd)
I came, I saw, I dreamt.
WESLEY
Angel, we're all just concerned for
your well being.
SPIKE
Not to mention our own.
WESLEY
Angel, if there is anything that
you need to talk to us about, we
can-
ANGEL
Look, guys, it's me. I'm me. I know
that you think I'm being all
furtive and, to you, that usually
means that I've lost my soul, but
there are just a ton of things
going on in my mind right now and
I'm trying to piece together dream
from reality.
WESLEY
(awkwardly)
And... about Kirsten?
SPIKE
Yeah, you didn't have some perverse
dream about our favorite legal
secretary that somehow led her to
our doorstep with a Wolfram and
Hart designed 'get out of coma
free' card, did you?
ANGEL
Kirsten is the only part of this
that I know is reality.
WESLEY
And the rest?
ANGEL
I'll let you know when I find out.
Angel grabs a paper off of his desk and turns around to exit
the room.
SONIA
(emphatically)
I swear I don't think you're evil!
I was just taking charge of an
argument that had gone south, and
it... it was a rhetorical question.
I swear I don't!
ANGEL
(smiling)
It's okay. I'm not...
(to others)
... evil. I'll prove it.
(beat)
Just not right now.
Wes forces a smile as he EXITS the room.
After Angel is well without of earshot:
WESLEY
He's definitely evil.
SPIKE
Pure demon.
The team swap glances as we cut to:
4 EXT. LA - STREET - NIGHT 4
The young woman we saw fleeing from the demons runs out onto
another street, but this time she's alone.
She doesn't seem to notice at first, before coming to a halt,
pacing round in a circle as she frantically calls out:
YOUNG WOMAN
Hey! Hey!! Where are you? Where are
you?
(beat)
I don't know your name!
GIRL #2
(distant)
Help me!
The woman's head snaps up as she hears the other girl's
voice, and she runs off towards it, onto:
5 EXT. LA - MAIN ROAD - NEXT 5
The woman dashes out from behind a building, skidding to a
halt at what she sees.
The other girl is being pummelled by the two demons, the
black van waiting to swallow her up as soon as they're done.
The woman's eyes bulge, but she knows there's nothing she can
do to help. She starts to take a step back, heading for
cover...
... and the demons' heads snap up, spotting her! She GASPS
and spins on her heel, racing off back down the street.
The demons lift up the battered girl before them and casually
TOSS her into the van, before the van SCREECHES away and the
demons are off in pursuit once more.
6 EXT. LA - STREET - NEXT 6
The girls runs along the main road, clearly at the edge of
her strength, when she sees a familiar building up ahead -
the Hyperion!
She glances over her shoulder - no sign of the demons. With a
last gulp of air, she heads towards the hotel, and we cut to:
7 INT. HYPERION - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT 7
Angel steps to the top of the staircase and turns left toward
us. After a few steps down the hallway, a quiet WHISPERING
echoes from down the hallway.
Angel quickly WHIPS around to find nothing - an empty
hallway. He takes a few steps back in the opposite direction,
listening intently.
He glances back down to the lobby and can see the others
still in his office and then back down the hallway.
ANGEL
Kirsten?
He waits another few moments as he listens to hear nothing.
Finally, he turns and walks slowly back toward his room,
still expecting some kind of disturbance.
8 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY 8
Kirsten quietly lets the door pull to as she slides the key
card in her pocket.
KIRSTEN'S P.O.V
We watch as Angel disappears into his room and closes the
door behind him.
ON SCENE
Kirsten stares at the stairs, almost reliving Angel's steps
before there is a loud KNOCKING at the door.
Kirsten YELPS and jumps half way across the room as the
others come rushing from Angel's office.
Spike stares oddly at her as he glances around the room.
SPIKE
If you're trying to test the
acoustics, I think they pulled
aces.
WESLEY
Spike...
Before Spike can even get out another word, he catches Wes'
gaze and looks to the door.
Through the glass of the front door, we can see the young
woman shaking frantically as she starts knocking again.
SONIA
Oh, my God!
Wes hurries over to the door, quickly retrieving his key card
and sliding it through the system.
As the door opens, the girl FALLS to the lobby floor, sobbing
uncontrollably. Wes kneels down and helps the girl up to her
knees.
WESLEY
Are you alright?
YOUNG WOMAN
You've got to help me! They're
right behind me, I don't think they
saw me come in here, but...
She throws herself in Wes' arms. He tries to comfort her,
softly patting her on the back.
WESLEY
Yes, of course. We will help...
He pulls her back to face him.
WESLEY (cont'd)
... but first you've got to tell us
what it is that you're running
from.
YOUNG WOMAN
They're... there were too many of
them. Four, I think. They kept us
locked up. No food, no water. We
were able to take down a few of
them and get away, but they were
too strong! They came after us, and
they got the others, I couldn't...
WESLEY
What is it that did this to you,
and who was with you?
A long beat. Wes shakes her softly to grab her attention.
WESLEY (cont'd)
You've got to focus for a moment!
What was it that-
YOUNG WOMAN
I don't know what kind of demons
they were.
Wes looks back to the others, fearing the worst and perplexed
at the use of the word 'demon.'
YOUNG WOMAN (cont'd)
But they hunted in packs. They were
organised, they had money. They
knew what they were doing.
WESLEY
Do you have any idea where they
were... or where you came from?
Were you in Los Angeles, or-
YOUNG WOMAN
(softly)
Some of them are still there.
WESLEY
Some of who?
A beat and Wes glances back to Spike.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Spike, could you get her a glass of
water?
(to girl)
You've got to give us something to
work with so we can help you.
Spike, seeming almost shaken up, nods his head and starts
toward the office, but stops when:
YOUNG WOMAN
The other slayers.
Spike turns around and stares back at Wes, both of their
faces with dire expressions upon them before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
9 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - MORNING 9
The girl is patched up a little now, bandages in place to
cover her cuts and a cold flannel pressed to her head. Sonia
is by her side, holding her hand as the boys talk over by the
reception desk.
SPIKE
So what's the plan?
WESLEY
I should think that's fairly
obvious. We need to find out where
the other Slayers are being held
and rescue them.
ANGEL
What would a group of Slayers be
doing together anyway?
WESLEY
Perhaps it's something to do with
the Academy?
SPIKE
Yeah, but that's all the way back
home in England.
ANGEL
Maybe that's where they were headed
when these demons intercepted them?
WESLEY
It's a fair assumption to make.
Wes looks back over towards the wounded girl, catching
Sonia's attention. Sonia nods - she's going to be alright.
WESLEY (cont'd)
One of us should question her
further, see if she can tell us
where to start looking.
ANGEL
I'll do that.
SPIKE
I'll wait for you two boys to tell
me where to start looking, then get
ready to kill things. I'm not one
for all this babysitting lark.
ANGEL
What a shock.
SPIKE
You're the one with the podgy
cheeks and little boy lost eyes,
mate! I look too much like one of
the bad guys.
(smirks)
Which suits me, I suppose.
WESLEY
I'll call the Academy, perhaps they
can tell us which girls they were
expecting and we can start at their
homes here if they have them, look
for some more clues.
Spike hesitates at this, but Angel doesn't notice as he heads
over to the girl on the couch. Wes does, calling out to Spike
as he starts to walk away.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Unless you'd like to make the call?
SPIKE
(beat)
Not a good idea, Percy.
WESLEY
I would have thought you'd want to
hear how Skye was-
SPIKE
(stern)
Don't.
WESLEY
'Don't' what?
SPIKE
Don't make me...
(sighs)
Me doing the calling wouldn't get
us anything except an earful of
abuse, and we both know that.
You're the ex-Watcher, you handle
that. I'm going to do what I do
best.
WESLEY
Which is?
Spike grins and turns to walk away.
SPIKE
Be somewhere else.
Wes watches Spike go as Illyria pads over to him.
ILLYRIA
Spike appears troubled.
WESLEY
I think he's just remembering how
he feels about someone.
ILLYRIA
Can he be helped?
WESLEY
Actually, no, I don't believe he
can.
Illyria watches Spike go - and lays a hand on Wes' arm. It's
an unconscious gesture, but Wes notices it and smiles.
Over with the wounded Slayer, Angel nods to Sonia and she
leaves them to it. Angel takes a seat and takes away the
flannel, waiting for the girl to come round.
ANGEL
Hi.
YOUNG WOMAN
(wary)
You're him, aren't you?
ANGEL
Yeah. I'm Angel.
YOUNG WOMAN
So... whose side are you on this
week?
ANGEL
Yours. Same as last week.
YOUNG WOMAN
Yeah, well, gets kinda hard to know
these days. I hear a lot of things
about you, you know?
ANGEL
And I'm guessing they're not all
good.
She shakes her head and Angel shrugs, keeping his warm smile
in place.
ANGEL (cont'd)
So what's your name?
YOUNG WOMAN
(eyes him)
You know, you're the first person
here to ask me that?
ANGEL
That's the others for you. They
tend to forget the little details
sometimes.
YOUNG WOMAN
But I bet you don't.
ANGEL
I try.
She manages a half smile, relaxing a little, and Angel
glances up towards the staircase as Kirsten heads back into
the lobby.
But Angel double takes - Kirsten is dressed in a full
eighteenth century outfit, complete with bustier, a huge,
meringue like dress and long, curled hair!
YOUNG WOMAN (O.S.)
It's Abbey.
Angel blinks, looks down at the Slayer, ABBEY, then back up
at Kirsten - who's dressed normally again. She registers
Angel's confused expression and mouths 'what's wrong?' Back
to him.
ANGEL
Huh?
ABBEY
My name. It's Abbey.
Angel shakes his head to try and gather his thoughts.
ABBEY (cont'd)
Are you alright? You spaced out for
a second there?
ANGEL
Yeah, sorry, I'm fine, I just-
ABBEY
Why won't you kill me?
Angel freezes and looks down at Abbey - and she's covered in
fresh cuts and wounds! She stares up at him with wide,
desperate eyes.
ABBEY (cont'd)
Please... just kill me!
Angel LEAPS to his feet - but Abbey is back to normal. She
sits up, scared by his odd reaction.
ABBEY (cont'd)
What's wrong?
ANGEL
Uh, I- I just-
WESLEY
Angel? Is everything alright?
Wes and Illyria head over, Wes looking concerned. Angel sighs
and rubs his eyes.
ANGEL
Maybe Kirsten should talk to her, I
think... I guess I'm just a little
fried still. After what happened.
WESLEY
(nods)
That may be best, although I'd
prefer Sonia to-
KIRSTEN (O.S.)
It's okay, I can do this.
Wes looks over to Kirsten, who waits by the couch. Wes
doesn't look convinced, but Angel nods.
ANGEL
Come on, Wes. She's with us now,
remember?
WESLEY
(beat)
Very well.
Wes turns and heads back into his office, followed by
Illyria, and Angel looks over as Kirsten sits down by Abbey.
ABBEY
What's with him?
KIRSTEN
Magically-induced coma for three
months.
ABBEY
(beat)
Oh.
Kirsten looks over to Angel and smiles, and off that, we:
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