7x07
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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. UTF HQ - INFIRMARY - NIGHT 1
SONIA is still in her bed, the heart monitors and respirator
attached to her BEEPING and CLICKING softly in the otherwise
silent room.
DR. VASQUEZ steps into frame, looking tired as he rubs his
eyes before going over the chart on the end of Sonia's bed.
He SIGHS - doesn't look like he's too comforted by what he's
reading. He turns and pushes open the swing door to head out
into:
2 INT. UTF HQ - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 2
ANGEL and SPIKE are sitting on two chairs in the corridor.
Both vampires are asleep, and Spike has slumped to rest his
head on Angel's shoulder.
Vasquez raises an eyebrow at the scene for a beat, then
COUGHS to get their attention.
Angel and Spike start as they wake up, and Spike SHOVES
himself away from Angel with a scowl.
SPIKE
Get off me, you poofter!
ANGEL
(confused)
What?
SPIKE
Sorry, mate, but I've told you
before. Doesn't matter how good
looking you think I am, I don't bat
for your team.
Angel shakes his head and then examines the shoulder Spike
was sleeping on.
ANGEL
Is that drool?
VASQUEZ
Uh, gentlemen?
They both turn to Vasquez, registering his downcast
expression. Angel and Spike swap a worried glance.
SPIKE
Something about your face tells us
you're not about to say it's all
sunshine and hollow chocolate
bunnies in there.
VASQUEZ
I'm afraid her condition is
deteriorating. Keeping her in a
stable, sterile environment has
slowed down the progress of
whatever's affecting her, but...
ANGEL
(sombre)
She's still dying.
Vasquez nods before taking a seat next to Angel.
VASQUEZ
If we knew what it was that was
added to the pills she was taking,
then we'd be able to make a start
on some kind of antidote, but as it
stands, we have nothing to go on.
Is there any chance we could ask
Sebastian what-
SPIKE
(quickly)
No.
Angel and Vasquez turn to him, and Spike tries to shrug
nonchalantly.
SPIKE (cont'd)
He didn't know anything.
(off Angel's look)
Oh, come on, you know me. I could
get a confession out of the Dalai
bleedin' Lama if I had to!
Sebastian's a dead end. Next
question?
ANGEL
We can't just sit around here,
waiting for something to happen! We
need to get out there, and find-
He stops as a loud and urgent BEEPING comes from inside the
infirmary. Vasquez leaps to his feet and races back into the
room, and Spike and Angel are quick to follow.
3 INT. UTF HQ - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS 3
Vasquez is standing over Sonia's bed as the two vamps hurry
over - and their faces fall as they see Sonia CONVULSING
dramatically!
VASQUEZ
Help me hold her down!
Vasquez is reaching for a syringe lying on a table nearby as
Spike pins Sonia's shoulders back down.
Vasquez injects Sonia with the syringe, and after a moment
her struggles subside. She's soon resting again, but Vasquez'
concerned expression says it all.
SPIKE
She hasn't got long, has she?
VASQUEZ
(shakes head)
Hours. Maybe less.
ANGEL
Then we'll just have to move
faster.
Angel turns and marches towards the door. Spike watches him
go, then leans in close to Vasquez.
SPIKE
Keep her alive until we get back.
VASQUEZ
You don't need to tell me to-
SPIKE
I mean it. Anything happens to
her...
Spike stares the doctor out for a beat before turning and
following Angel. Vasquez looks down at Sonia, and after a
moment of her pained expression we cut to:
4 INT. ANGEL'S CAR - NIGHT 4
Angel's face is a mask of determination as he speeds through
the city streets, Spike riding shotgun.
SPIKE
So what is the plan?
ANGEL
We know Wolfram and Hart are behind
this, so we're going to go and ask
them how to fix it.
SPIKE
Ask them how?
ANGEL
The same way we ask them
everything.
SPIKE
Then I think I'm going to agree
with this plan.
Angel steps on the gas, and we cut to:
5 EXT. LA - STREET - NEXT 5
An overhead shot as the Mustang weaves through the traffic.
ILLYRIA (V.O.)
I will never understand why you
humans are so afraid of death. It
is as great a part of the natural
order as birth or life itself, and
yet you spend your whole lives
trying to avoid its touch.
WESLEY (V.O.)
Maybe we're not all as assured of
the afterlife as you are.
ILLYRIA (V.O.)
What I believe waits for me is
unimportant. All that you need to
know is that I do not fear it.
WESLEY (V.O.)
So if something were to happen to
you when I attempt to bring back
Fred, you wouldn't-
ILLYRIA (V.O.)
I would welcome it.
The Mustang turns a corner - and the Wolfram and Hart head
offices are revealed at the end of the street.
ILLYRIA (V.O.) (cont'd)
And perhaps one day, your kind will
learn to welcome the inevitable
too.
The Mustang accelerates away, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
6 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - EVENING 6
TITLE OVER - One Hour Earlier...
Angel walks across the foyer and has to dodge two of the now
resident KIDS as they race past, giggling. He shouts after
them as they disappear off screen.
ANGEL
Hey! No running!
(beat)
Johnny, stop levitating Rhianna!
You know she doesn't like that!
KIRSTEN walks into frame, sipping a mug of coffee and holding
a second mug in her other hand.
KIRSTEN
The joys of parenthood, huh?
ANGEL
(darkly)
I'm glad I missed this part.
KIRSTEN
(puzzled)
Huh?
ANGEL
(quickly)
Never mind.
KIRSTEN
Oh, here, this is for you.
She hands him the other mug - it's filled with BLOOD. Angel
presses a hand to the side of the mug, surprised.
ANGEL
You warmed it up?
KIRSTEN
Put a little cinnamon in there too.
Angel eyes her, and she shrugs.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Hey, you work at Wolfram and Hart a
while, you meet your share of
vampires and get a handle on how
they like their poison.
The duo walk across the foyer, towards Angel's office.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
How's Sonia doing?
ANGEL
Same as last time. Not any better
and slowly getting worse.
KIRSTEN
Wesley's been locked in his room
all day, I'm sure he'll come up
with something soon.
ANGEL
He'd better. I'm not going to let
Lindsey take somebody else away
from me.
A beat - Kirsten looks to the floor. The weight of that
statement isn't lost on her.
KIRSTEN
(changes subject)
Oh, uh, and some good news about
the kids, too.
ANGEL
They're leaving?
KIRSTEN
(smirks)
No, just that we've started to get
some intel out of them about the
Academy. You know, who was in
charge, how it worked, stuff like
that. Seems your first guess was
right.
ANGEL
They were using it to train them as
assassins?
KIRSTEN
I'm afraid so. I mean, I don't
think they got too far into the
corporate brainwashing or anything
like that, so I'm pretty sure we're
not sharing a hotel with a half
dozen sleeper agents waiting to
kill us in our sleep.
ANGEL
'Pretty sure'?
KIRSTEN
(beat; quickly)
I'll keep talking to them.
She starts to head towards the stairs as Angel opens his
office door.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Want me to go check on Wes, see if
he's come up with anything?
ANGEL
No, when he gets into something he
doesn't like any distractions. I'm
sure he's working up to something.
Kirsten nods as we quickly cut to:
7 INT. HYPERION - WESLEY'S ROOM - NEXT 7
WESLEY rolls onto his back in his bed. He's sweating and
breathless - and naked. A slender arm drapes across him - and
FRED is next to him, similarly worn out. She grins.
FRED
I suppose they taught you that at
the Watchers Academy?
WESLEY
It wasn't all books and study, you
know...
Fred sighs happily and snuggles up next to him, wrapping the
bed covers around her.
FRED
I don't think I'm ever going to get
tired of doing that.
WESLEY
As I've noticed.
FRED
Did it take your mind off
everything?
Wes slowly turns to her, and Fred's smile drops.
WESLEY
Were you trying to distract me?
FRED
I... I just thought-
WESLEY
(weary)
Illyria...
Fred's expression hardens - and then with a shake of her head
she MORPHS back into Illyria.
ILLYRIA
You are not normally so swift to
break the illusion.
WESLEY
I don't normally work out when
someone's been trying to keep me
occupied so swiftly.
She sits up in the bed and shuffles away from him. Wes takes
a beat to catch his breath before sitting up next to her.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Illyria, I told you, I'm not
working on a way to bring Fred back
until we get Sonia through
whatever's afflicting her.
ILLYRIA
You utter these reassurances at me,
but I have heard them all before.
Your betrayal will not be so easily
forgotten.
WESLEY
And yet, you were the one
instigating this little...
distraction.
She throws him a sharp look, and Wes sighs - that was a low
blow, and he knows it.
WESLEY (cont'd)
We can't keep fighting about this.
ILLYRIA
Do you not feel I am worth fighting
over?
Illyria closes her eyes - and MORPHS back into Fred.
FRED
Isn't this what you want?
WESLEY
(serious)
That isn't fair.
He slides out of the bed, pulling on his jeans, and Fred
MORPHS back to Illyria, her terracotta outfit flowing back
across her naked skin.
ILLYRIA
And what will you do when Sonia is
cured? Will you bury yourself back
in your work?
WESLEY
That's the plan.
ILLYRIA
Then I shall disturb you no more.
She stands and marches across the room, throwing the door
open and turning back to Wes.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
If you are so desperate to restore
her, I fail to see why I should lie
to you any longer.
WESLEY
What do you mean?
ILLYRIA
I hope you enjoyed this day with
her, Wesley. Until your efforts to
resurrect her succeed, it will be
the last time you see her in
private. I will assume her form
when it is convenient to me, and
that is all.
Wes starts to answer back, but Illyria is gone, SLAMMING the
door behind her. He lowers his head as we cut to:
8 INT. HYPERION - CORRIDOR - NEXT 8
Illyria stands outside Wesley's room, shaking with anger. She
closes her eyes - and a single tear rolls down her cheek.
CHILD'S VOICE (O.S.)
Are you okay?
Illyria looks down to see an innocent-looking girl, SUZI,
standing before her, no more than seven years old.
ILLYRIA
(dismissive)
I am fine. It is of no consequence.
SUZI
Are you crying?
ILLYRIA
(beat)
Leave me.
SUZI
My mom always used to say-
ILLYRIA
(fierce)
Leave me!!
Suzi recoils in fear, before turning on her heel and
scampering away down the corridor. Illyria mutters a curse
under her breath as we cut to:
9 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NEXT 9
Angel is leafing through a file as Spike opens the door,
rapping his knuckles against the window.
SPIKE
Knock, knock.
ANGEL
(without looking up)
Do I have to say 'who's there'?
SPIKE
Only if you want the answer to be
'Uncle Spikey.'
ANGEL
(raises eyebrow)
'Uncle Spikey'?
Spike shakes his head as he takes a seat.
SPIKE
It's what the little blighters out
there have taken to calling me.
ANGEL
(smirks)
It suits you.
SPIKE
No, it bloody well doesn't! Makes
me sound like I should be on
sodding Sesame Street or something.
Mind you, I'm starting to find a
paternal side to me I never knew
existed.
ANGEL
(sceptical)
Paternal. You.
SPIKE
Oh, you'd better believe it! I had
the munchkins enthralled this
morning with some stories about the
good old days.
Of course, after I told them about
that time in Vienna with the altar
boys and the gondola with the hole
in it, they all think you're a
ponce like I do, but still-
ANGEL
(impatient)
Did you have an actual reason to be
here? 'Cause, you know, I'm kind of
in the middle of something that
involves you not being here.
SPIKE
That's what I was asking about. I
was wondering if either you or
Percy had come up with a plan to
help Sonia yet.
ANGEL
We're still working on it. I'm
doing a background check on that
mole from the UTF, and Wes is hard
at work with some translations
upstairs.
SPIKE
(dry)
Yeah, I came past earlier and
definitely heard the sounds of hard
'work' in there.
Spike leans back and reaches for a cigarette.
ANGEL
Uh-uh. No smoking in my office.
SPIKE
Since when?
ANGEL
Since we inherited a bunch of
minors, who I don't want getting
poisoned by your second hand smoke.
Spike sighs and stuffs the packet away again.
SPIKE
(mutters)
They didn't mind earlier...
ANGEL
What was that?
SPIKE
Nothing. So, what have you got on
good old Sebastian so far?
ANGEL
Honestly, not much. I can't find
any contacts he might have had
where he could have gotten hold of
any magical substances, and his
record shows that he was a pretty
stand up guy. Apart from the whole
'being in league with the enemy'
part, anyway.
SPIKE
Takes all sorts, mate. I'm sure he
had his reasons.
ANGEL
Speaking of which, where did you
leave him? I wanted to talk to him
about-
SPIKE
(quickly)
He's unavailable.
Angel eyes him, and Spike tries to act casual.
SPIKE (cont'd)
I gave him an incentive to leave
town in a hurry. We won't be seeing
him again any time soon.
ANGEL
He still could have been useful to
us, Spike.
SPIKE
Yeah, well, not all of us share
your point of view on what's useful
and what isn't around here.
Angel looks up as Wesley steps into his office.
ANGEL
Anything?
WESLEY
I'm narrowing down a list of
substances that could have caused
the symptoms we're seeing, but
without more information it could
take me some time to isolate the
correct element, let alone
formulate a remedy for it.
ANGEL
Time is something Sonia doesn't
have.
WESLEY
I'm well aware of that, Angel.
SPIKE
So you won't mind explaining why
you've spent the past hour shagging
Blue into next week, then?
Wes hesitates - he's caught red handed.
ANGEL
What the hell?
WESLEY
Angel, I-
ANGEL
(angry)
I don't want to hear it! From now
on, you spend every second helping
us find a way to save Sonia, is
that clear?
Wes nods. He knows he's in the wrong here.
WESLEY
I'm sorry. Illyria's been very
tense lately, she needed to-
ANGEL
You know what? Really not caring
about what you two get up to behind
closed doors.
WESLEY
It won't happen again.
ANGEL
That's right. Because after all of
this is over, you and me are going
to sit down and have a long talk
about exactly what kind of a
relationship you and Illyria are
having.
Wes takes that as his cue to leave, closing the door behind
him as Spike grins.
SPIKE
About time you told him where to-
ANGEL
(interrupts)
Spike, either say something
constructive, or get out there and
do something to help.
A beat. Spike puffs his chest out and stands.
SPIKE
Right then.
He heads for the door, SLAMMING it as he exits. Angel shakes
his head and gets back to work as we cut to:
10 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NEXT 10
Kirsten watches Spike storm out of Angel's office and
straight for the front doors, leaving the hotel without
saying a word to anyone.
Wes steps into frame, and Kirsten gets his attention as
Illyria descends the staircase behind them.
KIRSTEN
What's up with Spike?
WESLEY
Everyone's rather strung out at the
moment, Kirsten. Tempers are
frayed, and-
ILLYRIA
(interrupts)
And they feel you are not doing
enough to help.
Wes eyes her as Illyria steps closer.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
I must take some responsibility for
this failing.
WESLEY
It's not your fault that you-
ANGEL (O.S.)
Guys? Can I have your attention?
They turn to Angel as he steps out of his office.
ANGEL (cont'd)
We're in a bad mess here. Dr.
Vasquez seems ready to give up and
accept that there's no way to save
Sonia, that whatever it is that's
taken hold isn't going to let go,
and nobody seems to have the
slightest idea how to stop it or
even slow it down. Now, I've been
going over every piece of
information we have on this, but so
far I'm coming up with nothing.
Angel's attention turns to Illyria as he continues.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I don't need to remind you all how
hard we tried to bring back Fred
when we lost her.
WESLEY
What does this have to do with
Fred?
ANGEL
Fred was a part of this team who
was taken from us by a force that
was beyond our control.
Illyria is obviously growing angry, but Angel continues.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Everyone but us seems to have given
up on Sonia, condemned her to the
same fate, but that's not what I'm
about to do. It didn't stop us
then, and it won't stop us now.
Sonia's just as much a part of this
as Fred was, and any effort to-
ILLYRIA
(seethes)
You would compare me to her?
WESLEY
Angel's right.
Illyria rounds angrily on him, but Wes stands his ground.
WESLEY (cont'd)
We're not going to let history
repeat itself by losing someone
else who didn't deserve to die.
(to Angel)
I'll get back to work. I'll pull in
every contact and resource I can
find, try to identify exactly
what's killing Sonia.
ANGEL
Good. Kirsten, I want you to stay
here with the kids, keep talking to
them about the academy. The more we
know on that, the better.
KIRSTEN
(nods)
I'll find out everything I can.
WESLEY
I took the liberty of arranging
some additional patrols from the
UTF to keep an eye on the hotel's
perimeter. If Wolfram and Hart try
for an extraction, we'll be ready.
ANGEL
Good. I'm going to catch up with
Spike.
Angel heads towards the front door, grabbing his jacket from
a coatstand on the way.
KIRSTEN
Wait, what do you need Spike for?
Where are you going?
ANGEL
I'm going to see how Sonia's doing,
and then I'm going to the root of
the problem. I think I know a way
to finish this.
He exits the hotel, and as the doors close, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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