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9 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NEXT 9
Wes and Kirsten see Spike grabbing a sword from the weapons
cabinet before heading down the doors. Wes calls out to him
as Spike fumbles in his jacket, looking for his keycard.
WESLEY
Where are you going?
SPIKE
Out.
WESLEY
I hardly think this is the time to-
SPIKE
If I don't go out and find
something to kill, I'm going to
start with one of you lot.
WESLEY
(beat)
Very well.
Spike throws open the door and marches outside, and Wes heads
for his office.
10 INT. HYPERION - WESLEY'S OFFICE - NEXT 10
Wes pushes open the door, talking to Kirsten behind him.
WESLEY
You can help me first by-
He freezes - Illyria stands behind his desk - the parchment
tube she almost discovered a while ago is open before her,
and the yellowing scroll within is in her hands.
She looks up from it and over to Wesley, cold fury blazing in
her blue eyes.
ILLYRIA
What is the meaning of... this?
Wes tenses up, knowing he's been caught red handed, and from
his severe expression, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
11 INT. HYPERION - WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT 11
Just where we left them. The scroll Wes has been so carefully
translating is in Illyria's hands.
There's a long beat as Wes and Illyria stare at one another,
before Wes turns to Kirsten, stood behind him.
WESLEY
Kirsten, please give us a moment.
KIRSTEN
But what's-
WESLEY
(firm)
Kirsten.
With a last look at Illyria, Kirsten nods and steps back. Wes
shuts and locks the door behind her.
WESLEY (cont'd)
I think I owe you an-
WHACK! Illyria charges across the office and lays Wes out
with a PUNCH before he can finish.
She towers over him as he reels on the floor, clutching his
wounded jaw.
ILLYRIA
After all this time, all the trust
I have placed in you, all the...
things we have done together, and
this...
(holds up scroll)
... this is how you repay my
confidence in you?
WESLEY
It's not what it looks like, it's-
ILLYRIA
Enough!
She THROWS the scroll down onto him, then GRABS him by the
shirt and drags him back to his feet.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
You have been lying to me all
along! Every time I asked you what
you were planning, you filled me
with your insidious ramblings!
WESLEY
You don't understand!
ILLYRIA
What is there to understand? You
have the scrolls of Trivium. The
facts speak as plainly as the sun
rises in the sky - you wish to
destroy me, and hand this shell
back to whatever you believe
remains of your love!
Illyria throws Wes disdainfully to the floor.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
You are deluded. Your kind continue
to exhibit this petty, unfounded
belief that love will prevail, that
hope will triumph over adversity,
and that you-
WESLEY
(calmly)
This isn't the time.
Illyria hesitates - she's stunned by what Wes just said, and
cocks her head sideways at him.
ILLYRIA
You... dare to speak-
WESLEY
(stands)
Sonia is dying, Illyria. She's
dying and we're standing here
arguing about something else.
ILLYRIA
(stunned)
Do you not think your attempts to
dispose of me like an ailing pet
are worthy of my attention?!?
WESLEY
I'm sure to you, they are. But now
is not the time to discuss my
motives, whether you agree with
them or not.
Illyria can't quite believe how calm Wes is being - and after
a beat, she BACKHANDS him, sending him flying across his
office.
He CRASHES over his desk, landing in a heap on the other side
of the room.
As he painfully picks himself up, Illyria WRENCHES the locked
door open.
ILLYRIA
Then we shall continue this
conversation when you feel it is
more worthy of your time.
She turns to go, but is stopped by:
WESLEY
Illyria...
She hesitates, not turning to face Wes as he pushes himself
to his feet.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Just understand that I'm trying to
do what's right.
ILLYRIA
(beat)
For who?
And with that, she marches off. Kirsten dashes back into
frame, looking startled at the mess Wes is in.
KIRSTEN
What happened? Did you two have a
fight?
Wes sits down, wincing as he stretches one arm out.
WESLEY
It certainly looks that way...
KIRSTEN
Illyria's leaving, shouldn't you be-
WESLEY
Let her go. One thing you'll
quickly learn about Illyria, when
she wants to be somewhere else,
it's not wise to stand between her
and her destination.
Wes nurses his cut lip before reaching for the phone. He digs
into his pocket with his other hand, taking out the bottle of
Sonia's pills.
WESLEY (cont'd)
(into phone)
David? I think I have a job for
you. How soon can you be here?
As Wes studies the bottle, we cut to:
12 INT. HYPERION - SONIA'S ROOM - LATER 12
The door is ajar as Angel walks past, and he pauses outside
before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The curtains are half-drawn and moonlight spills across the
floorboards. Angel paces halfway across the room, then stops.
ANGEL
How long have you been back?
SPIKE (O.S.)
Dunno. A while, maybe.
Angel turns towards the bed - and there's Spike. As Angel
steps closer, he sees that Spike is in bad shape, bruised and
bloodied all over. Looks like he had a good night.
ANGEL
Manage to let off a little steam?
SPIKE
Not really.
(beat)
When were you planning on telling
us when Half Pint McDonald was back
in town?
ANGEL
Until I saw it for myself, I wasn't
sure that any of it was-
SPIKE
(suspicious)
Any of what?
ANGEL
It's a long story. We'll get into
it later. Just not now.
A beat as Angel glances towards the windows.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Spike, I-
SPIKE
(holds up hand)
My 'Angel Makes Another Rousing
Speech' radar just started
bleeping, so make this quick.
ANGEL
(beat)
I was just going to apologise for
going off at you earlier.
SPIKE
(raises eyebrow)
Apologise... to me?
ANGEL
(shifts)
It's not the first time.
SPIKE
It's the first time for a bloody
long time!
ANGEL
(irritated)
Look, you want to make this harder
than it has to be, fine!
He turns to go, but Spike calls after him:
SPIKE
I should've told someone about her.
ANGEL
You were right in what you said.
She seemed to be coping with
everything, there didn't seem to be
any need to announce what she was
doing to the world.
SPIKE
Yeah, but now she's lying in a
hospital bed dying, and I can't
help but think I could've done
something about that.
ANGEL
Wes is working on those pills.
Maybe we can find a manufacturer,
or a source, start tracking down
how she got hold of them.
SPIKE
Good.
ANGEL
So, with any luck, by the time we
get downstairs, he'll have an
answer for us.
Spike looks up - and we cut to:
13 INT. HYPERION - WESLEY'S OFFICE - NEXT 13
Wes stands next to DAVID, his equivalent number over at the
UTF. Portable lab equipment covers the desktop.
WESLEY
(solemn)
I'm afraid we've got no idea.
Angel and Spike stand in the doorway, arms folded.
ANGEL
(disbelief)
What?
DAVID
We've still got some tests to run,
maybe one of those will give us a
result, but so far...
WESLEY
So far there's nothing chemically
to suggest that these pills are
anything more than prescription
strength vicodin.
SPIKE
Vicodin? People take that when
they've got a bad leg, Wes, they
don't take it for a broken heart!
ANGEL
They do if it hurts enough.
(to David)
You said there were more tests?
DAVID
Yeah, I could try-
ANGEL
Do it. We need to find out what's
wrong before she gets too far gone
to save.
WESLEY
We'll keep working on it.
ANGEL
What happened to your face?
WESLEY
(beat)
Illyria. We had a little
disagreement earlier. I'm sure I
don't need to remind you how strong
she is, or how short her temper can
be.
Angel keeps his gaze on Wesley, knowing there's more to the
story, but he leaves it for now and steps outside, into:
14 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - CONTINUOUS 14
Angel looks up as Kirsten steps through the main doors. She
has her backpack over one shoulder.
KIRSTEN
Oh, Angel, just the guy.
She unzips her bag as she heads towards him, taking out a
manilla folder and passing it to him.
ANGEL
What's this?
KIRSTEN
I did some more research on the
Rochmount Academy, see if I could
find out why they'd have Wolfram &
Hart watching their backs.
ANGEL
And what did you find?
KIRSTEN
Well, for starters, I can pretty
much confirm it's not a normal
school.
Spike heads out of Wesley's office and over towards the
reception counter, as Angel spreads out the files and photos
from Kirsten's folder.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
It's been open for about twelve
years, recruiting children with
'unique abilities,' to quote its
mission statement, and keeping them
on a full or part time basis,
depending on what they could do.
SPIKE
So how does someone qualify as a
'special' case? Are they looking
for more flying ballet dancers?
Angel throws him a look, and Spike shrugs.
KIRSTEN
Pyrokinetics, telekinetics,
telepaths - anyone with powers and
abilities that Wolfram & Hart could
use. If you can cause damage,
you're on the honour roll.
ANGEL
So how do we shut it down?
KIRSTEN
That's the good part.
She unfolds a set of blueprints for the Academy, unfurling
them across the counter.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
(points)
Here's where all the full time
students stay. There's a large wing
of dormitories on the rear east
side of the complex, and from what
I can make out there's a few ways
in and out. They've got something
like fifty full-time students, with
more who attend a few days a week.
ANGEL
So we get the kids out of there,
then what?
KIRSTEN
Well, we could-
SPIKE
(interrupts)
Hang on a minute - 'get the kids
out of there'? And take them where?
Angel looks up - and Spike follows his gaze to take in the
upper floors of the hotel.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(catches on)
Oh, you have got to be having me
on! No bloody way!
ANGEL
They'll be safe here, Spike. We've
got the room, and now we've got the
added security.
KIRSTEN
If Wolfram & Hart are training up
their own squads of junior
assassins, we can't just wait for
them to start sending them after us
- because we all know they will!
ANGEL
She's right. The quicker we get
back in and clean that place out,
the better.
SPIKE
And what about Sonia?
ANGEL
(beat)
She's in good hands, we-
SPIKE
What if she gets worse while we're
out faffing with this? Shouldn't we
make getting her back on her feet
our number one priority, then go
after these kids with a full team
behind us?
ANGEL
Who says we can wait that long? We
don't even know what's wrong with
her! She could be-
WESLEY (O.S.)
Actually, we do.
They turn as Wes and David step out of his office. David is
leafing through some printout sheets.
WESLEY (cont'd)
We don't have a name, but we have a
chemical breakdown and that's one
step closer to identifying a
source.
ANGEL
I'm listening.
WESLEY
David?
DAVID
(reading)
Uh, well, it was very clever. See,
all our initial tests just told us
this was like regular vicodin,
right? So we were just reading
amounts of all the normal
painkiller ingredients, like-
SPIKE
(raises hand)
Who else wants to get to the point?
Angel and Kirsten raise their hands. David looks to Wes, who
nods, and David quickly leafs to the last page of the
prinouts.
DAVID
Okay, uh, the actual chemicals, the
ones that make this different, they
were buried.
Hidden inside or around other
ingredients, so a standard spectral
analysis wouldn't pick up a thing.
SPIKE
Spectral? What were you looking for
ghosts for?
WESLEY
(beat)
It's like nothing we've seen, on
the public or black markets. We
haven't identified every compound
within it yet, but I think we can
safely say there's a connection
between this and Sonia's condition.
KIRSTEN
How can you be sure?
(off looks)
What? I'm just asking.
WESLEY
One of the main and most unusual
ingredients is candidrin, a
distilled form of the sap of the
chengwah tree, a rare species that
doesn't actually grow in this
dimension.
SPIKE
Ah! What did I tell you? Magic.
ANGEL
Shut up.
(to Wes)
So what does this candidrin stuff
do?
WESLEY
On its own, nothing. But when its
combined with certain other
elements, it can cause feelings of
extreme euphoria and additional
hallucinogenic side effects.
KIRSTEN
So it's like a drug.
DAVID
Exactly. My best guess is whatever
Sonia was taking, it's some kind of
magically-assisted painkiller, but
until we know more we can't start
to identify any kind of cure.
Angel nods, turning and heading for the weapons cabinet.
ANGEL
Keep on it. Spike, Kirsten, you're
with me.
SPIKE
Ah, no, actually.
ANGEL
(turns round)
'No'?
SPIKE
I'm going to keep an eye on Sonia.
ANGEL
Spike, we've been over this,
there's nothing we can do for now.
SPIKE
That's where you're wrong. I happen
to consider staying at her bedside
for when she wakes up and needs to
see a friendly face to be
'something.'
Angel reaches into the cabinet and tosses him a sword.
ANGEL
Forget it. You'd just get in the
way, and I need you on this.
WESLEY
I'll check up on Sonia. Where are
you going?
ANGEL
We're going to pick up the kids
from school.
Angel starts to walk back across the foyer, but pauses as Wes
calls after him:
WESLEY
And perhaps, when you return, we
can all sit down and have a chat
about the Lazarus-like return of
Mr. Lindsey McDonald?
Angel slowly turns back to face Wes.
WESLEY (cont'd)
I'm sure there's a lot you can tell
us about that little revelation.
Angel doesn't have an answer, turning and heading for the
doors as we cut to:
15 EXT. ROCHMOUNT ACADEMY - NIGHT 15
Angel's Mustang pulls up across the street from the Academy,
and the trio inside look across to the stately building.
KIRSTEN
Uh, not wanting to be alarmist, but
we've only got about three hours
until the sun comes up. Shouldn't
we leave this for tonight?
ANGEL
That's what they'll be expecting.
SPIKE
So it wouldn't make any difference
if we did that, then.
ANGEL
(eyes him)
Lindsey knew something was wrong
with Sonia. I'm betting he timed
his big comeback to suit, and he'll
be figuring we'd be too busy with
that tonight to try anything over
here.
SPIKE
Well, hoo-bloody-ray for us, then.
I'll make sure your name isn't on
Sonia's 'Get Well' card.
Angel gets out of the car, and with an angry HUFF Spike
follows him, as we cut to:
16 INT. ROCHMOUNT ACADEMY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 16
A window CRACKS as it's forced open, and Angel carefully
clambers into the corridor, waiting for Spike and Kirsten to
follow.
KIRSTEN
Call me paranoid, but wasn't there
a lot more security here last time?
ANGEL
Maybe we got lucky?
SPIKE
And maybe this is still a bad idea.
ANGEL
(ignores him)
Which way are the dormitories?
Kirsten leads, and the vampires follow into:
17 INT. ROCHMOUNT ACADEMY - DORMS - NEXT 17
Angel forces the door and steps into a long, wide room filled
with dozens of bunk beds, most filled by peacefully sleeping
kids of all ages.
Kirsten heads for the nearest one, looking down on the nine
year-old girl dozing within it.
KIRSTEN
How are we gonna do this? Anybody
got, I don't know, a Pied Piper hat
handy or something?
SPIKE
Do we have a big bell we can ring?
Maybe a net like the bleedin' Child
Catcher?
ANGEL
We just need to wake them up a few
at a time, and then-
VOICE (O.S.)
Hold it right there!
The lights suddenly blaze to life, and several of the kids
are startled out of their sleep.
Angel looks up - and advancing towards his team are several
GUARDS, all armed with semi-automatics and wearing full body
armour.
Spike readies his sword, but the guards are approaching from
all sides - the team is cut off.
SPIKE
Still think this was a good idea?
Angel looks round, trying to come up with a plan, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
18 INT. ROCHMOUNT ACADEMY - DORMS - NIGHT 18
Angel, Spike and Kirsten are surrounded by the guards, the
red dots of laser sights appearing over their chests and
heads.
ANGEL
Hate to be the one to break it to
you guys, but bullets? Not exactly
slowing us down.
KIRSTEN
(worried)
Speak for yourself!
The leader of the guards, a tall man named OAKLEY, steps
forward, his gun trained on Angel.
OAKLEY
We knew you'd come back sooner
rather than later, so we were
assigned here to make sure you
couldn't harm these children.
Several of the kids throw alarmed looks at Angel.
ANGEL
(protests)
Harm? We're here to-
CHILD #1
Are you gonna kill us?
SPIKE
(to Angel)
Oh, nice job, you helmet! Now they
think we're the bad guys!
ANGEL
Then I guess we'd better prove them
wrong.
A beat - then Angel CHARGES at the nearest guard. Spike
shoves Kirsten to the ground as the rest of the guards OPEN
FIRE, and the kids scream and dive for cover.
BULLETS rattle off every surface, but Angel is quick enough
to tackle the two closest guards to the ground, knocking them
cold.
Spike takes a few hits before he can lay out the next, his
sword knocking another's gun out of his hands.
SPIKE
Not so cocky now, are we?
The guard draws a STAKE, and Spike's smile drops.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Balls.
The guard TACKLES him, and as Spike grapples with him,
Kirsten finally gets to her feet.
She sees a cluster of kids huddled together nearby,
terrified, and looks over to the nearest exit.
She hurries over to the kids, who are hiding beneath one of
the bunk beds.
KIRSTEN
Hey. It's alright, we're here to
help. We've gotta get you out of
here.
CHILD #2
But we're scared!
KIRSTEN
I know. Me too. Come on.
She reaches out for the nearest child's hand, and as the kid
reluctantly takes it Kirsten starts to lead them back towards
the exit.
Angel and Spike are still in the thick of it - taking on
three guards each, Spike UPPERCUTS one to the ground as an
ALARM starts to ring.
SPIKE
Oh, perfect! There goes our attempt
at stealth, eh?
ANGEL
Spike!
Spike is knocked over by a noticeably large guard, and it's
all Spike can do to push back the stake aimed at his heart.
Angel is distracted for a beat - and that's all it takes for
two of the guards to grapple him, one to each arm.
Oakley steps in front of him with a grin, a stake in his
hand, as Angel struggles to get free.
OAKLEY
What's the matter, Angel? Finding
it harder than usual to escape?
ANGEL
(through gritted teeth)
A little. I'm sure something'll go
my way.
OAKLEY
That's because we're a more
specialised kind of team. Genetic
modifications, inside and out.
We're a cut above the goons you
people are used to taking down.
Oakley readies his stake and advances on Angel.
OAKLEY (cont'd)
Compliments of Mr. McDonald.
Angel braces himself as Oakley prepares to lunge...
WHACK! Something STRIKES Oakley and sends him flying through
the air, SLAMMING into the far wall.
His unconscious body lands next to Kirsten, who YELPS before
regaining her wits and hurrying towards the next group of
kids.
Angel looks up - and there is Illyria! The two guards holding
Angel swap a glance as Illyria studies them.
ILLYRIA
You are different. Stronger.
The guards release Angel and charge towards her - but with a
flurry of KICKS and PUNCHES, she SNAPS the first guard's arm
and CHOPS the second in the throat.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
But still not strong enough.
ANGEL
Illyria? What are you doing here?
Illyria ignores him and marches over to the still-pinned
Spike, grabbing the guard attacking him by the neck and
FLINGING him across the dorm.
ILLYRIA
Cleaning up after your mess.
She marches up to the guard and STAMPS on his neck, which
CRUNCHES beneath her heel. Illyria turns to Angel and Spike
as they recover.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
More are coming.
SPIKE
Then we'd better make a run for it!
ILLYRIA
Running from a fight, Spike? I
thought that was not your way?
Spike glances towards the exit as Kirsten herds another group
of kids outside, then back to Angel.
SPIKE
We've got more important things to
do tonight. Come on.
The trio head for the exit, and we cut to:
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