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FADE IN:
7 EXT. MOUNTAIN BASE - EVENING 7
Lindsey walks out through the veil of mist to find himself
standing at the base of a tall MOUNTAIN. The sun is setting
far overhead, bathing the scene in a fiery orange glow.
A small stone DOORWAY is carved out of the mountainside, and
as Lindsey approaches it his eye falls on the various
mystical SYMBOLS etched into it.
Lindsey runs a hand across them, squinting as he struggles
with the translation.
LINDSEY
(reads)
And he... who seeks the means... to
destroy his... what is that?
(frowns)
Bowl of... fruit?
(shakes head)
Enemy. The means to destroy his
enemy. He must... take the leap...
of...
(stumped again)
Fruit. Again.
Lindsey sighs audibly as he shakes his head.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
No point in going back to Kansas
empty handed.
He strides boldly through the doorway.
8 INT. MOUNTAIN - PASSAGEWAY - NEXT 8
Lindsey walks down a dimly lit passageway, tunneled out of
the rock itself, heading for a distant light source some way
further down.
He stumbles on something and CURSES, fumbling in his pack in
the dark and digging out a flashlight.
Using the flashlight to make his way down the corridor, he
comes out into:
9 INT. MOUNTAIN - CHAMBER - NEXT 9
The path ends abruptly, leading out a few feet over a huge
ABYSS. Nothing but pure black below. The chamber's walls are
too far away to reach, and there's no other way in or out.
Lindsey shines the flashlight down into the chasm, but the
beam can't cut through the thick darkness below, so he tucks
it away. Flaming torches fastened to the wall provide a dim,
flickering light.
Lindsey paces carefully to the edge of the path, peering
down. He fishes in his pocket for a coin, flipping it into
the air and letting it drop.
He waits.
And waits.
There's no sound of the coin hitting the bottom, so Lindsey
steps back to the safety of the tunnel.
LINDSEY
(calls out)
Is this it? A dead end? Is that
what I was told to come all the way
out here for?
He waits, but there's no sound except the echo of his own
voice.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
(mutters)
Leap of faith...
Lindsey strides out to the edge of the path again, looking
around him.
He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes - and STEPS OFF the
edge of the path.
Lindsey plummets down into the pit, swallowed up by the black
in an instant.
10 INT. DUNGEON - NEXT 10
Lindsey DROPS from the ceiling and lands awkwardly in a
small, stone-walled medieval chamber. A steel grate covers
the only exit.
Lindsey stays sprawled on the floor for a moment, catching
his breath - and a pair of well-polished SHOES step into
frame.
Lindsey looks up and there is the VALET, a diminutive man in
slightly disheveled Dickensian clothing, a gentleman's
dresser from a bygone era.
VALET
Congratulations, sir. There aren't
many who come this way that have
the spirit to take that final step.
Lindsey keeps his eyes on the Valet as he stands.
LINDSEY
Isn't really a hill for a high
stepper now, is there?
VALET
Quite right, sir. You've proven
yourself worthy. So now that merit
is out of the way, we'll be testing
your valor.
(small bow)
I'll be assisting you in the coming
trials.
LINDSEY
And you are?
VALET
My name is as unimportant as my
background. All you need to know is
that I am here to aid you in your
impending hardships.
LINDSEY
'Hardships'? Guess I really am in
the right place.
VALET
Yes, sir. Nothing in this life, or
any other for that matter, is free,
is it?
(beat)
I'll allow you a moment to orient
yourself to your surroundings and
then the first trial will begin.
May I take your things?
Lindsey hesitates, then shrugs off his pack and hands it to
the Valet. He walks over to a long, wooden table and places
it down.
VALET (cont'd)
Did you bring a weapon?
LINDSEY
Did you bring a contestant?
VALET
(smiles)
Very good, sir. I have a selection
for you to choose from, if it
pleases you.
The Valet waves his hand - and a portion of the wall behind
him LIGHTS UP to reveal an alcove packed with WEAPONS.
Swords, axes, daggers, the whole enchilada. Lindsey heads
over and starts examining the weapons.
LINDSEY
So how does this work?
VALET
'Work,' sir?
LINDSEY
(obviously)
You know, what do I do?
VALET
You must pass three trials in order
to claim your prize. A test of the
body, the mind and of the heart.
Succeed in all three and you may
take your hard-earned possession
and depart. Fail, and... well, I'm
sure sir does not need me to stress
what failure here would mean.
Lindsey glances at the Valet, then reaches up and grabs a
beefy broadsword from the wall. He takes a few experimental
slices through the air with it.
VALET (cont'd)
I see sir is quite the master
swordsman.
Lindsey admires the sword as he arrogantly answers the man.
LINDSEY
Sir is, indeed.
VALET
Then are you ready to begin?
LINDSEY
As I'll ever be.
The valet SNAPS his fingers and the steel grate over the only
doorway rises up with a series of CLANKS.
VALET
Proceed through the gateway and
your first challenge will begin,
sir. I shall await you in the
fourth and final chamber.
The Valet watches Lindsey as he approaches the doorway,
before calling out to him:
VALET (cont'd)
Oh! I almost forgot. One last
detail, sir.
The Valet walks over and quickly presses his hand to
Lindsey's chest. There is a quick FLASH of yellow light, and
Lindsey staggers back a step.
LINDSEY
(dazed)
What did... what did you just do?
VALET
I'm sorry if there was a
misunderstanding, but life is the
bargain here. By entering, you've
placed yours in the balance.
Lindsey looks himself up and down before it dawns on him.
LINDSEY
(disbelief)
You made me human...
VALET
I'm afraid it's one of the
requirements of your particular
trial, sir. Your previous status
will be restored should you
succeed.
Lindsey glares at the Valet, but knows fighting him wouldn't
do any good. He walks through the archway, ready for a fight.
VALET (cont'd)
Good luck, sir.
As Lindsey rounds a corner and disappears from view, cut to:
11 INT. UTF HQ - CORRIDOR - EVENING 11
Spike walks down one of the UTF base's plainly-painted
corridors, following a sign that reads 'Infirmary.'
One of the UTF members, SEBASTIAN, steps out of a doorway
just as Spike passes and calls after him.
SEBASTIAN
Hey!
Spike turns and Sebastian relaxes when he recognizes him.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
Oh, Spike, it's only you.
SPIKE
Only me?
SEBASTIAN
Uh, I just meant that-
SPIKE
(rolls eyes)
Stop clenching, mate, I'm only
pulling your leg.
SEBASTIAN
Oh, yeah. I knew that.
SPIKE
I've come to pay my nightly visit
to the squirt. Is she still in the
same place?
SEBASTIAN
Uh, yeah, she's just in the
infirmary. I think David's with her
at the moment.
Spike heads off and Sebastian heads on his way as Spike
pushes the doors open into:
12 INT. UTF HQ - INFIRMARY - NEXT 12
Spike sees DAVID standing by one of the empty beds in the
well-stocked infirmary, sorting through a shipment of new
supplies.
He nods a greeting to Spike as Spike heads over to a bed
nearby, his mood rapidly darkening as he heads closer.
SONIA lies on the bed. She's pale, hooked up to a heart
monitor and breathing apparatus, and looks every inch the
intensive care patient she is.
Spike pulls up a chair and seats himself next to the bed,
staring at her for a long beat as he searches for the words.
SPIKE
Sorry I'm late tonight, luv. Blame
the pack of crazed infants we've
got running about the hotel at the
moment. Place is starting to look
like a bleedin' daycare center gone
awry.
He chuckles to himself, then peeks over his shoulder to check
where David is. Satisfied that he's far enough away, Spike
leans closer to Sonia - and squeezes one of her hands.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Wes is working as hard as he can to
find a way to bring you out of
this.
Spike trails off, grimacing in frustration and throwing his
head back to curse.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Truth is, everyone thinks it's my
bloody fault for not telling them
you were taking those pills
sooner... and I'm starting to think
they were right.
(sighs)
Angel may have his hands full at
the moment, but as soon as somebody
points me in the direction of
whatever I need to kill to help,
I'll...
Spike pauses as though imagining her answer, the click of her
breathing gear and the steady BEEP of her heart monitor for
company.
SONIA (O.S)
Seba...
Spike's head shoots up - did Sonia just speak? He looks round
the ward, but David has moved away. Spike's all alone. He
looks back to Sonia expectantly.
SPIKE
Was that you?
A beat. No noise. Spike sags a little and starts to sit back
down, when:
SONIA
(frowning)
Seb...
Spike is on his feet in a second, leaning over her and
clutching her hand tightly. Sonia's voice was muffled by the
tube down her throat, but it was definitely there.
SPIKE
Sonia? Sonia! It's me! It's Spike!
Can you hear me? Can you-
SONIA
(whispers)
Sebastian...
Spike freezes. Sonia settles back down, and Spike realises
she's not going to speak again for now.
He frowns, trying to work out what she could have meant - as
a HAND lays itself on his shoulder.
Spike looks up to see Sebastian standing over him, his
expression folorn as he looks down at Sonia.
SEBASTIAN
I hope we find whoever did this to
her, and soon. She deserves better
than this.
Spike stares up at Sebastian as he puts the pieces together,
and Sebastian looks back at him, puzzled.
SEBASTIAN (cont'd)
Everything alright?
Spike narrows his eyes, but manages to break out a disarming
grin.
SPIKE
Lovely.
Sebastian nods, turns, and walks away. Spike watches him go
before turning back to Sonia. He leans over and KISSES her on
the forehead.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(whispers)
Thank you.
He leaps out of his chair and dashes out of the infirmary,
and we cut to:
13 INT. DUNGEON - FIRST CHAMBER - NIGHT 13
Lindsey strolls into an identical chamber to the one he just
left, only this one has a steel grate in each wall.
As he enters, the archway he walked through is sealed as a
grate drops with a loud CLANG, trapping him inside the room.
He tenses up, gripping his sword tightly.
The other three grates start to RATTLE as they slowly rise,
and the SHADOWS of three figures appear behind them.
Lindsey paces into the middle of the room, raising his sword
and keeping his reflexes sharp.
The grates are taking an agonizingly long time to rise, and
Lindsey is visibly losing patience.
LINDSEY
(shouts)
We gonna do this?!
On cue, there is a loud, inhuman ROAR from behind one of the
grates - and then another, then another. Lindsey frowns and
takes a step back as the approaching figures come into view.
Stepping deftly beneath the rising grates are three huge
DEMONS, green skinned with thick, pig-like features and thick
coils of muscle all over their bodies.
Each one is armed with a curved sword, and as they twirl the
swords in their hands, circling Lindsey slowly, he releases
he's about to have a real fight on his hands.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
Alright! 'Bout time we got into
this.
With a grin, he leaps to the attack, his sword CLANGING off
the first demon's blade as he swings for it.
He KICKS the demon backward and spins to block the blade of
the second, ELBOWING the third in the chops as he begins to
duel with the second creature.
Lindsey twirls on one heel and SLICES his blade across the
demon's belly, and it staggers backward with a GRUNT of pain.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
Might want to take it up a notch,
guys. You're supposed to be a
trial!
The other two demons charge towards him, but he neatly dodges
one and trips the third over, CRACKING his sword hilt off its
neck as it falls.
He pauses to grin at his own swordsmanship - but is
unexpectedly TACKLED by Demon #2, recovering despite the
bloody wound across its belly.
Lindsey shoves the demon back and RAMS his sword into its
throat, and with a CHOKING sound the demon drops to its
knees, very dead.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
Guess you guys are running on a
budget now, huh?
Lindsey starts to pull his sword out of the carcass - but his
grin quickly drops. It's stuck!
He strains and heaves but to no avail, and Demon #1 takes the
chance to SOCK him in the jaw.
Lindsey stumbles, almost to the floor, but with a mean look
of fighting spirit on his face he SWEEPS the demon's legs
from under it, wrestling its sword from its hand and STABBING
it into its chest.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
(seething)
You can't touch me! Nobody can
touch me!
As Demon #1 HOWLS and writhes on the floor, Lindsey turns to
the final demon - and narrowly dodges a slicing sword blade.
It cuts into his arm and Lindsey SHOUTS in pain - but the
pain only makes him madder.
With a ROAR of fury, he DROP KICKS Demon #3 to the ground,
grabbing its head in his hands and SLAMMING it back into the
stone chamber floor, again and again, until it falls still.
Panting, Lindsey stands, examining the bloody gash on his arm
before walking over to the first felled demon.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
Think you got something of mine
there, champ.
He plants a boot against its neck and pulls at his sword
again, this time managing to pull it free.
VALET (O.S.)
Excellent work, sir.
Lindsey looks up to see the ever-pleasant Valet standing
before him. The Valet casts an eye down at the dead demons.
VALET (cont'd)
And a new record for your time as
well.
LINDSEY
I'm not here to break the speed
limit. I just want what I came here
for.
VALET
And you are one step closer, sir.
Please, proceed.
The Valet motions to the open archway behind him, and with a
glance at the Valet, Lindsey heads through as we cut to:
14 INT. UTF HQ - CORRIDOR - NIGHT 14
Sebastian passes two UTF troopers on their way out for the
night, nodding to them before rounding a corner, out of
sight.
He leans back against the wall and closes his eyes, SIGHING
heavily, before reaching into his pocket for a packet of
cigarettes. He starts to light one, when:
SPIKE (O.S.)
Got a light?
Sebastian looks up - and POW! Spike nails him, right on the
nose.
Sebastian collapses to the floor, clutching his bloody nose,
but Spike grabs him and hauls him back to his feet, game face
on.
SEBASTIAN
(dazed)
What- what did you-
SPIKE
(furious)
Shut it! You and me are about to
have a little chat... and a little
birdie tells me you're not going to
feel like pretending you don't know
anything when we're done.
SEBASTIAN
I don't know-
CRACK! Spike bangs Sebastian's head back against the wall,
and Sebastian knows he's cornered as Spike gets in his face.
SPIKE
That was your one and only chance.
Hope it was worth the headache.
SEBASTIAN
(beat; shaking)
How did you... how did you know?
SPIKE
(grins)
I'd say I could smell it on you
like a cheap scotch, but truth is
it was just a hunch.
(leans in)
Which you just confirmed for me.
Spike THROWS Sebastian to the floor.
SPIKE (cont'd)
It's time you told me everything.
Spike reaches down to grab Sebastian again, as we cut to:
15 INT. DUNGEON - SECOND CHAMBER - NIGHT 15
Lindsey walks cautiously through the archway and into the
second chamber - which is empty again. A single exit is
covered by a steel portcullis.
He takes the opportunity to tear off a strip of his shirt and
tie it round his wounded arm, before he hears:
ANGEL (O.S.)
(tuts)
Lindsey, come on! I knew you were
always about the macho posturing,
but...
Lindsey's head snaps up - and standing before him with a
wide, sly grin is ANGEL!
ANGEL (cont'd)
... couldn't you wait until we were
somewhere more intimate before you
started getting undressed?
Angel smirks defiantly at Lindsey, who starts to boil with
cold fury as we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
16 INT. DUNGEON - SECOND CHAMBER - NIGHT 16
Lindsey immediately LUNGES at Angel with a battle cry, but
Angel reveals a sword of his own and blocks Lindsey's attack,
sniggering in his face as he holds Lindsey in a stalemate.
ANGEL
All those years in Hell and this is
the best offense you could come up
with?
He SHOVES Lindsey back, but that doesn't stop him diving
straight into the offensive.
Angel's sword blocks Lindsey's at every strike, the two
battling for several beats before Lindsey breaks off the
attack, stepping back, but keeping his intense gaze on Angel.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Giving up so soon? Eh, just as
well. You never could beat me in a
straight fight anyway.
LINDSEY
(laughing)
Is that senility creeping in? You
seem to be forgetting the fact that
I already have.
ANGEL
Oh, are we counting that time you
tried to engage the Failsafe? Just
before your bosses sucked you into
a holding dimension?
(scoffs)
Like that counted!
LINDSEY
You saying it didn't?
ANGEL
I'm saying you had a lucky shot.
You were never on the same level as
me, and the great thing is...
(smiling boldly)
... you're never going to be.
That gets Lindsey worked up enough and with another YELL, he
charges into the attack - but Angel LAUGHS and DISAPPEARS!
Lindsey stumbles through thin air, Angel's taunting laughter
echoing round the chamber as Lindsey looks all round for his
opponent.
ANGEL (O.S.) (cont'd)
This is just another test, Lindsey,
but it's one I'm going to take a
great personal pleasure in watching
you screw up.
Lindsey smirks, getting his swing back.
LINDSEY
If you're trying to rattle me, go
on and give it your best. It'll
just be that much sweeter when I
walk out of here with the door
prize.
ANGEL (O.S.)
You think it's gonna be that easy?
LINDSEY
I made it this far, didn't I?
ANGEL (O.S.)
That's the thing about a trial by
fire, Lindsey. You haven't even
seen the smoke yet.
The portcullis starts to RISE and Lindsey turns to see that
another rocky tunnel lies on the other side.
ANGEL (O.S.) (cont'd)
What did Dorothy do when she saw
the yellow brick road?
Lindsey scowls and heads off down the tunnel.
17 INT. DUNGEON - TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 17
A chill wind whistles down the rocky passageway as Lindsey
makes his way along it, the starry sky visible at the exit as
he walks out onto:
18 EXT. MOUNTAIN - PLATEAU 18
Lindsey finds himself staring up a steep rock face, the wind
much stronger now as it whips across the scene.
He's about halfway up the mountain he originally walked into,
with another plateau a distant climb above him.
Looking down on him from that high point is Angel, who cups
his hands round his mouth to yell down:
ANGEL
If you want to get to the next
trial, better get your bite-sized,
Confederate ass up here!
Angel grins and steps back, out of sight, as Lindsey steps up
to the edge of the almost sheer rock face before him.
He looks down at the sword in his hands, then angrily THROWS
it down with a CLATTER. Spitting on his hands, he walks up to
the rock face, finds a handhold, and starts to climb.
19 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NIGHT 19
Kirsten is trying to talk to a group of kids but is
struggling to hold their attention as they fidget, chattering
excitedly at one another.
Angel steps out of his office to find Wesley and Illyria deep
in conversation.
ANGEL
What's going on? Why are you two
here and not finding some way to
keep them quiet? They need to be
quiet!
Wes glances at him, then Illyria, who raises her chin
haughtily before turning and marching away. Angel reads the
serious expression on Wesley's face.
ANGEL (cont'd)
What was that all about?
WESLEY
Illyria and I are still having a...
debate about a matter.
ANGEL
Cut the crap, Wes. There's
something going on between you two,
and I think I have a right to know
it if it's going to affect us.
(beat; quietly)
Did she find out about, you know...
Wes doesn't even have to answer.
ANGEL (cont'd)
And I'm guessing she didn't take it
too well?
WESLEY
Well, I'm not dead, am I? For
Illyria, that's taking things very
well.
ANGEL
(beat)
Take note of the serious face, Wes.
I'm waiting for some kind of long
overdue explanation.
WESLEY
As it turns out, it's a simple
matter of greed.
ANGEL
Greed?
WESLEY
I got greedy... for Fred.
ANGEL
(beat)
You mean-
WESLEY
I mean just having Illyria assume
her form when it pleased her - or,
should I say, us - isn't...
(catches himself)
... wasn't enough.
ANGEL
You wanted the real deal.
WESLEY
(nods)
I know I've been-
ANGEL
Selfish?
WESLEY
(beat)
But I hardly think you can blame me
for that.
ANGEL
Actually, I think I can.
Angel takes a step closer.
ANGEL (cont'd)
You were willing to potentially
sacrifice one of the most powerful
members of this team, just on the
off chance that you might be able
to bring Fred back. I'd love to see
Fred walk through those doors
almost as much as you, but even I
know that there are some barriers
you can't cross and some prices
that we can't afford to pay.
Something's different with you
lately, Wes...
He starts to walk out the door, but offers:
ANGEL (cont'd)
... and I'm not sure I like it.
Kirsten motions for Angel to join her, and with a last look
at Wes, Angel heads over.
ANGEL (cont'd)
What is it?
KIRSTEN
Okay, I've been talking to these
little guys and I've got a few more
bits of detail, but we should --
Angel JUMPS as one of the kids suddenly latches onto his leg.
Angel grins and reaches down to ruffle his hair, suddenly all
smiles.
ANGEL
I think he likes me! Hey, why don't
we order out for-
Angel sees Kirsten's dark look and his own smile drops. He
gently pries the boy away from him, crouching down to get to
the kid's eye level.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Kirsten and I just have to go and
talk for a while, okay? But we're
gonna be in that office right
there, so if you need anything,
just let us know. Alright?
The boy nods, looking to his left as a pair of rowdy twin
girls run past again.
One of them isn't looking ahead and collides with Illyria,
stumbling back and looking up at the blue-haired woman in
terror.
ILLYRIA
Move your physical outbursts to
another part of the hotel, child,
or I will not hesitate to make an
example of you to the others!
The girl backs up, terrified, and quickly scrambles away as
fast as she can, as we cut to:
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