TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NIGHT 1
Right back where we left them. WESLEY stands by the couch,
his hand raised above the prone SONIA's chest, a syringe full
of adrenaline poised and ready to slam into her.
ANGEL and ILLYRIA stand close by, along with SPIKE and
KIRSTEN, Kirsten pressing her hand to a bloody but bandaged
wound in her palm.
A beat - and then Wes RAMS the needle down into Sonia's
chest. He depresses the syringe and removes the needle,
standing back to wait.
There's an agonisingly long beat as the team wait for Sonia
to show any sign of life.
Wes turns to Angel, his darkening look stating that things
are not looking good.
SPIKE
(quietly)
No...
WESLEY
Angel, I-
ANGEL
(shakes head)
No. Don't say it. Not yet.
Wes hangs his head, dropping the now empty syringe as Illyria
looks questioningly from Sonia's still body to Wes.
ILLYRIA
(confused)
Why does she not stir? That
concoction should have restored her
body to life! Why didn't-
WESLEY
(sighs)
Sometimes, I'm afraid it's too
little, too late.
He crouches back down beside Sonia, who looks peaceful as he
carefully lays her arms back across her chest.
SPIKE
(yells)
No!!
Everyone turns to Spike, who is shaking with anger.
SPIKE (cont'd)
No, she can't be... she's not...
WESLEY
(calmly)
Spike, we did everything we-
SONIA
No!!
Sonia GASPS and lurches upright - sending a startled Wes
crashing to the floor.
The rest of the team jump back in shock as Sonia starts to
gulp down deep lungfuls of air.
Spike stares in disbelief - but the moment is short-lived as
Sonia's eyelids flutter, and she slowly wilts back down onto
the couch.
Wes is the first to recover, checking Sonia's pulse and
pressing a hand to her forehead.
ANGEL
What the hell just-
WESLEY
She's alive.
SPIKE
Then why isn't she pinging off the
walls? How much of that stuff did
you use on her?
WESLEY
Enough.
ILLYRIA
Perhaps her body was merely acting
on reflex?
Wes presses his head against her chest to listen for her
heartbeat.
WESLEY
No... no, she's definitely alive
and breathing.
KIRSTEN
But... shouldn't she have woken up,
like, straight away?
SPIKE
(snaps)
Real life isn't like 'Pulp
Fiction,' you daft tart!
WESLEY
(frowns)
Kirsten's right. This doesn't make
any sense. She should have come
round and stayed awake.
ANGEL
What can we do now?
Wes checks her temperature again, then stands, turning
urgently to the others.
WESLEY
The next few minutes are critical.
We need to make sure she's
stabilised before we get her to a
proper medical facility.
KIRSTEN
There's a hospital two blocks from-
WESLEY
(shakes head)
Too risky. Hospitals ask too many
questions.
ANGEL
(nods)
The UTF.
WESLEY
I'll stay with her. Angel, call
them and get them to send Dr.
Vasquez over right away, he's the
best specialist they have.
Angel nods and races over to his office as Wes scoops Sonia's
unconscious body up in his arms.
Illyria grabs his bag and follows him as he heads for the
stairs, with Spike and Kirsten falling in behind him.
SPIKE
What about me?
WESLEY
Her core temperature's rising
dramatically, we need to cool her
body down. Run a bath of cold water
and get plenty of towels and
washcloths standing by.
Spike races past Wes and disappears upstairs, as Kirsten
slows to a halt halfway up the stairs.
KIRSTEN
Uh...
Wes pauses and turns to her.
WESLEY
What?
KIRSTEN
Can I help? I know a bit about this
sort of thing. Once upon a time, I
was going to be a doc-
WESLEY
(not interested)
Fine. Follow me and do everything I
tell you.
Kirsten nods and follows Wes as they walk into:
2 INT. HYPERION - FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS. 2
Wesley's serious expression says it all as he marches onward.
WESLEY
If we don't stabilise her soon,
there's a chance she could slip
into a coma, and that may lead to
permanent brain damage.
ILLYRIA
I know you will not let her die.
(meaningful)
You are loyal to your comrades.
Wes turns to Illyria, who stares right back at him, and with
a last glance down at Sonia's pale body, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
3 INT. HYPERION - BATHROOM - NIGHT 3
Sonia lies, fully clothed, in a half-filled tub of cold
water, as Wes crouches next to her and holds a damp flannel
to her forehead.
Spike is hovering anxiously over his shoulder, and Wes
glances back at him.
WESLEY
If you want to help me, there are
more constructive things you could
be doing than shadowing me. And in
this case, I mean that literally.
SPIKE
Like what?
WESLEY
Like helping us find out what could
have caused this.
KIRSTEN
Is she on anything?
Spike shoots her a look, and Kirsten steps back.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Uh, I wasn't implying that she-
SPIKE
(stern)
She's clean.
(to Wes)
Could it be another spell? Like the
one that kept Angel napping like a
kitten for months?
WESLEY
It's possible, but I can't see how
she would have been exposed to
anything like that.
Spike looks very guilty all of a sudden, but neither Wes nor
Kirsten catch it.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Kirsten, go and see if we know when
Dr. Vasquez is getting here.
She dashes out of the room as Wes checks Sonia's temperature
again.
SPIKE
Is she cooling down yet?
WESLEY
(shakes head)
Still no effect. I don't
understand, she's been in this
water for several minutes now, we
should at least have seen some
change!
SPIKE
So going back to my idea about it
being bad magic, then?
WESLEY
I'm afraid it's a growing
possibility. We need to-
KIRSTEN (O.S.)
Wes! He's here!
Spike and Wes swap a look as we cut to:
4 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NEXT 4
Kirsten steps back from the door as DR. VASQUEZ hurries
inside. He's a young Hispanic man with neat black hair,
dressed plainly and carrying a leather bag like Wesley's.
VASQUEZ
Where is she?
KIRSTEN
(points)
First floor bathroom, uh, fourth
door on the right.
Vasquez nods and hurries past her up the stairs. Kirsten
watches him go as Angel heads over.
ANGEL
Are you okay?
KIRSTEN
Me? I'm good, just a scratch.
ANGEL
I don't call getting a dagger
through my hand a 'scratch,' and
I'd like to think I'm better at
handling pain than you are.
He reaches out and takes Kirsten's hand, carefully unwrapping
the bandages to check the injury.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(studies her hand)
It's a clean wound.
KIRSTEN
Oxymoron.
ANGEL
Huh?
KIRSTEN
Oh, sorry, I just meant that, you
know, you don't normally put the
words 'clean' and 'wound' together.
Wounds by definition tend to be
pretty messy.
ANGEL
Well, you're lucky Lindsey's a good
shot.
(beat)
And there's something I never
thought I'd say...
Kirsten studies Angel as he wraps the bandages tightly round
her palm again.
KIRSTEN
Angel?
ANGEL
Yeah?
KIRSTEN
What did Lindsey mean when he said
you knew he was back?
Angel pauses, keeping his head down as he makes a big deal of
concentrating on the bandages.
ANGEL
I don't know.
KIRSTEN
You don't know, or you don't want
to tell me?
ANGEL
(beat; looks up)
While I was... out of action, I had
a bunch of dreams. Visions, maybe,
I'm still not sure. One of them...
one of them told me that Lindsey
was the Keeper.
Kirsten shifts - she knew this too, but they don't know that!
KIRSTEN
Oh. Right.
ANGEL
I'm still trying to make sense of a
lot of what I saw. Since you
brought me back, things have been a
little...
KIRSTEN
(eyes him)
Fuzzy?
ANGEL
Something like that.
She flexes her hand experimentally, wincing a little.
KIRSTEN
Thanks. You're good with stuff like
that.
ANGEL
Lots of practice.
KIRSTEN
But you're a crappy liar.
(beat)
Angel, you can't keep stuff like
that from the others. I've seen the
way Wes keeps looking at you - and
at me. He doesn't fully trust you
yet, and holding back information
isn't exactly going to help that.
She leaves him on that, heading back up to the first floor.
Angel watches her go for a beat as we cut back to:
5 INT. HYPERION - BATHROOM - NEXT 5
Vasquez is listening at Sonia's chest with his stethoscope as
Wes and Spike look on. Vasquez frowns, checking her
temperature and then dipping his fingers into the bath water.
VASQUEZ
This is... weird.
SPIKE
Oh, we're a long way past 'weird,'
mate. We're right up to 'bloody
crazy' at the moment.
WESLEY
Spike, please.
(to Vasquez)
We're at a loss to explain it.
She just collapsed a short while
ago with no obvious cause, and then
she stopped breathing. We managed
to resuscitate her, but...
VASQUEZ
But she's remained comatose.
WESLEY
Exactly.
Vasquez leans back, deep in thought - then reaches out a hand
and tenderly strokes the side of her face.
VASQUEZ
(sighs)
She's a tough kid. She's been
through a lot already, I wouldn't
be surprised if this is related to
all that.
SPIKE
Er, no offence, Doogie Howser, but
we've all been through a lot and
you don't see us dropping like
fruit flies!
WESLEY
Spike has a point. This does seem
to be a specific problem, and by
that I mean someone may have
targeted her with either a spell or
some kind of toxin.
VASQUEZ
There's only so much I can do for
her here. I'll need to get her back
to the UTF infirmary to run a more
thorough examination.
Wes nods and reaches forward to let out the bath water.
Vasquez opens the medical cabinet and starts nosing through.
SPIKE
(frowns)
What are you doing? Looking for a
few souvenirs?
VASQUEZ
I'm looking for anything she might
have been taking that could have
caused what we're seeing.
SPIKE
I've already said, she wasn't-
WESLEY
We can't rule it out yet, Spike.
I'm afraid your word doesn't mean
she wasn't taking something without
your knowledge.
SPIKE
But... couldn't this be something
magical? Like Angel and his Rip Van
Winkle impression?
VASQUEZ
It's possible, but we won't know
until I've run some tests or she
wakes up, and by the looks of her
the tests are going to happen
first.
Wes starts to towel Sonia dry as Vasquez begins to pack up
his things.
VASQUEZ (cont'd)
Unfortunately, without knowing what
kinds of substances she could have
come into contact with recently,
there's no real way to know which
tests to focus on first. I'll just
have to take my best educated
guess.
SPIKE
'Guess'?
WESLEY
We're not exactly flush for ideas
at present, Spike.
Spike watches Wes start to lift Sonia's limp body from the
bath, his features growing increasingly agitated.
VASQUEZ
I just hope I can figure this out
before-
SPIKE
(blurts out)
I know what she's on!
Vasquez and Wes swap a glance, then turn slowly to Spike, who
rolls his eyes and sighs.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(quieter)
I know what she's been taking.
Wes opens his mouth to answer, but is stopped by:
KIRSTEN
So how is she?
Kirsten is back in the doorway. Spike looks to her, then Wes,
and as Wes narrows his eyes, not at all happy, we cut to:
6 INT. HYPERION - FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR - NEXT 6
Angel is heading for the bathroom as Vasquez steps out,
carrying Sonia in his arms.
ANGEL
Is she-
VASQUEZ
I've got to get her back to my
infirmary, and fast.
ANGEL
Is someone waiting to take you?
VASQUEZ
(nods)
There's a car outside.
ANGEL
Alright. We'll be over soon as we
can.
Vasquez hurries down into the foyer, and Angel pauses as he
hears raised voices from within the bathroom.
7 INT. HYPERION - BATHROOM - NEXT 7
Kirsten is hanging back by the doorway, not knowing what to
do as Angel joins her. Spike and Wes are having a blazing row
just off screen.
ANGEL
(frowns)
What the hell's going on?
KIRSTEN
I think Spike knew something about
what's up with Sonia.
Angel's look darkens at this, and he strides into the
bathroom.
SPIKE
There's a little thing called
privacy, you know!
WESLEY
And look where that's gotten us!
SPIKE
Don't try to tell me what I can and
can't do, Percy, you're not my-
ANGEL
Hey!
He GRABS Spike by the shirt and SHOVES him back out of the
way. He glares angrily back at Angel.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Care to explain what all this is
about?
SPIKE
I just-
WESLEY
Spike knew that Sonia was taking
something.
ANGEL
Taking what?
SPIKE
I don't know! I've been trying to
imprint this little nugget into his
thick head, but he's too bloody
busy shouting at me to listen!
Angel steps forward, looking like he means business.
ANGEL
I'm going to be too busy kicking
your ass to listen if you don't
start explaining yourself, right
now.
SPIKE
Don't you threaten me, you-
WHAM! Angel SHOVES Spike back against the wall.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Ow! Oh, that's right, resort to
violence like you always do, you
big ponce!
KIRSTEN
Stop it, both of you!
She dashes forward, but Wes holds her back. Angel's eyes are
blazing as he gets right in Spike's face, who looks defiantly
right back at him.
ANGEL
Start talking! Now!
SPIKE
I don't know what she was on, you
enormous git, I just found some
pills one night, and-
ANGEL
And you didn't feel like telling
us?
SPIKE
(angrily)
It's not like that!
ANGEL
Then what is it?
SPIKE
She was taking them because of
Connor!
That gets a reaction. Angel releases Spike and steps back,
confusion all over his face.
ANGEL
What?
SPIKE
(quieter)
She was taking them for the pain.
You're not the only one left with a
big hole where the heart used to be
after Mini-Me died, you know.
WESLEY
Where are these pills now?
SPIKE
Top drawer, left hand bedside
table. Found them by mistake one
night when I was looking for some
aspirin. They didn't look like
anything too heavy, so I just
assumed they were bloody Valium or
something.
(beat; sighs)
I didn't know, alright?
Wes hurries out of the bathroom, and after a beat Kirsten
follows, not wanting to stay in the charged atmosphere.
ANGEL
You've screwed up bad this time,
Spike.
SPIKE
I'm not her bloody keeper!
ANGEL
That's not the point! You knew she
had a problem, and you-
SPIKE
No, I didn't know she had a problem
at all, you wanker! I thought she
had control of it!
ANGEL
You 'thought'?
SPIKE
It's not like she's been any worse
out in the merry fields of combat,
is it? Unlike you, she's been
keeping her heartache all to her
lonesome, saving her floods of
tears for late at night when no-one
else is around!
(beat)
Although, it's not like anybody
would have noticed, is it? Oh, no,
we were all too busy trying to drag
your arse back from whatever
sodding Sulk Wonderland it was
stuck in.
Angel steps back - he's still furious, but Spike's words are
starting to hit home. Spike presses his advantage.
SPIKE (cont'd)
So, yeah, I found out she was
taking some mystery pills to try
and help ease her suffering. I
didn't go public with it because I
could tell she wasn't exactly proud
of having to resort to them.
ANGEL
If you'd told one of us, maybe we
wouldn't be in this mess right now.
SPIKE
Well, we'll never know now, will
we?
ANGEL
(serious)
If she dies because of this, I'll-
SPIKE
You won't need to do anything.
Angel frowns, and Spike shoves past him, heading for the
door.
SPIKE (cont'd)
If anything happens to her, I'll
personally hunt down and kill every
last one of the bastards who gave
her that stuff.
Spike leaves on that note, and as Angel listens to his
footsteps stomping off down the corridor, we cut to:
8 INT. HYPERION - SONIA'S ROOM - NEXT 8
Wes is rifling through the bedside cabinet, eventually
producing the bottle of green pills. He holds them up to the
light, squinting at them as Kirsten enters the room.
WESLEY
There's no label, or identifying
stamp on the pills themselves.
He pops open the cap and shakes a few pills into his palm.
WESLEY (cont'd)
They don't look like any magical
supplement I know of...
KIRSTEN
But that doesn't mean they're not.
WESLEY
Exactly. I need to take a closer
look at these, see if they can shed
some light on what's affecting her.
KIRSTEN
Okay, cool. I'll come with.
Wes hesitates, and Kirsten rolls her eyes, holding up her
bandaged hands.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Oh, come on, Wes, you can trust me.
Didn't you notice me taking one for
the team earlier? If that doesn't
prove I'm on your side, what will?
Getting killed saving you from a
bullet?
WESLEY
(beat)
That'd be a start.
He takes a few more steps towards the door, then stops,
slowly turning back to her. He nods once, and Kirsten grins
and follows him out of the room as we cut to:
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