ACT TWO
FADE IN:
11 INT. WOLFRAM AND HART - LOBBY - NIGHT 11
Angel and Spike stroll boldly into the foyer, two unconscious
security guards slumping to the floor behind them.
Nervous lawyers and staff scurry away from the duo as they
head towards the staircase.
SPIKE
Evening, all! We're just looking
for a chap named Lindsey.
ANGEL
Yeah, maybe you've heard of him?
Short. Texan. Crappy guitar player.
The foyer clears in a few moments, leaving Angel and Spike to
shrug at each other.
SPIKE
Reckon he's in?
ANGEL
Don't know.
They both turn as a team of SECURITY GUARDS round a corner
and race towards them, drawing stakes from their belts.
ANGEL (cont'd)
But I'm not leaving till I've got
some answers.
SPIKE
Will our questions involve hitting?
ANGEL
Ask away
Angel and Spike leap to the attack, Angel landing a heavy
PUNCH to one guard as Spike drops another with a swift BOOT
to the chest, and we cut to:
12 INT. W&H - LINDSEY'S OFFICE - NEXT 12
LINDSEY is working late, signing his way through a stack of
papers as MANNERS stands before the large windows overlooking
the city.
MANNERS
You know, Lindsey, when Angel was
in charge, he-
LINDSEY
Not wanting to hear how that
sentence was going to end, Holland.
Manners turns and walks back over to Lindsey with a grin.
MANNERS
I was just going to say how he
didn't involve himself with a great
deal of the paperwork that comes
with being a CEO.
LINDSEY
As I'm at great pains to point out,
I'm not Angel. But I suppose this
is where you tell me his secret?
MANNERS
He left most of that to Eve.
Lindsey flinches at the mention of her name, and looks slowly
up to Manners.
LINDSEY
In my case, that would mean Lilah,
and I don't feel like trusting her
with that much of my own position's
responsibilities.
LILAH (O.S.)
I'm hurt!
He looks up as a smirking LILAH stalks across the office.
LILAH (cont'd)
And here was me thinking we were
going to be BFF from now on,
Lindsey.
LINDSEY
I'd just rather handle things
myself. Is that such a big deal to
everyone?
Manners and Lilah exchange a look.
LILAH
Not at all.
She perches on the edge of his desk.
LILAH (cont'd)
I'm just saying that if you weren't
currently knee deep in that never
ending mountain of paperwork, you
might have noticed the incoming
call light that's been flashing on
your phone for the past few
minutes.
Lindsey glances at his phone - and a little red light is
indeed FLASHING.
LILAH (cont'd)
That's the front desk, calling to
tell you that-
SMASH! The office doors are kicked open as Angel and Spike
stride inside.
LILAH (cont'd)
... Angel and Spike are here.
Lindsey reclines in his chair, the epitome of composure - a
contrast to Angel and Spike, who look like they've been in
one fight too many already.
ANGEL
What, no welcome mat?
SPIKE
(sees Lilah)
Hang on, isn't she was dead?
Lindsey stands and straightens his shirt and tie.
LINDSEY
Something I can help you gentlemen
with? I'd be quick, you've got
about a minute before the second
wave of security gets here.
LILAH
And on this floor, that means big
old warrior demons, not squashy
little humans.
ANGEL
One of my people's in bad shape,
but I guess you knew that already.
LINDSEY
Sonia, right? Little blonde thing
with daddy issues, trying to run
her bosses old business?
SPIKE
She's got a bigger pair than you
any day of the week, mate!
Angel advances on Lindsey, who steps from behind his desk to
meet him.
ANGEL
Here's the thing. She was taking
painkillers to help her get over
all the crap you and this firm put
her through, but somebody switched
her pills for ones with an added
ingredient.
LINDSEY
(grins)
Child-proof caps aren't what they
used to be, are they?
ANGEL
So here's what's going to happen.
Angel GRABS Lindsey by the shirt, and the two start to
grapple.
ANGEL (cont'd)
You're going to tell me what you
did to her and how I can fix it,
and in return I won't redecorate
your nice new office with a shade I
like to call 'brain.'
Lindsey SHOVES Angel off and PUNCHES him, but as Angel
prepares to hit back, he's stopped by:
MANNERS
Lindsey!
Angel and Lindsey both turn slowly to Manners, who raises his
hands diplomatically.
MANNERS (cont'd)
Lindsey, please.
Lindsey glares at Angel, then steps back, and Spike erupts
into laughter.
SPIKE
Do my eyes deceive me? Has wittle
Lindsey finally learned to be a
good puppy dog?
Lindsey and Angel lock glares, but after a beat Lindsey backs
down, heading back behind his desk.
LINDSEY
I can't help you, Angel. Whatever's
killing your new flunky, it's
nothing to do with me.
ANGEL
See, that's where I have a problem.
I happen to know a little bird who
sang your name and told us you were
the one who supplied him with the
bogus drugs. So, why don't we bring
him down here, so he can-
Spike COUGHS, and Angel turns to him.
ANGEL (cont'd)
What?
SPIKE
Ah, might be a slight problem with
that idea.
ANGEL
Such as?
Spike thinks for a beat, then just goes for the honest
approach.
SPIKE
Thing is... I killed him.
ANGEL
(stunned)
You what?!?
SPIKE
(protests)
Oh, suddenly it's a big deal?
Wesley gets to shoot Knox for
basically murdering his girlfriend
and nobody bats a bloody eyelid,
but I kill one minor lackey and
suddenly I'm the evil one?
(beat)
And don't try and tell me you
wouldn't have done the same thing
in my situation!
Angel closes his eyes and curses inwardly, and Lindsey allows
himself a broad smirk.
LINDSEY
Looks like it's your word against
mine, Angel, and in case you hadn't
noticed, being the CEO of the
largest law firm in Los Angeles
tends to give you more room to
swing in a courtroom.
(chuckles)
Hell, we'll probably own the
courtroom.
SPIKE
But he said you gave him the dodgy
pills! What more proof do we need?
LINDSEY
I can categorically state, for the
record, that I don't know anything
about this. For all I know, whoever
your source is saw my name in the
news and thought I'd make a good
smokescreen for his attempt to
assassinate his own commander.
Angel leans back across Lindsey's desk, glaring.
ANGEL
This isn't over.
LINDSEY
Give it a few hours.
Spike turns round as several large SECURITY DEMONS appear at
the entrance to the office. Spike GULPS at the sight of the
tall, muscular black-skinned creatures - all squeezed into
ill-fitting Wolfram and Hart uniforms.
SPIKE
Bloody hell...
Angel steps back, and Lindsey nods to the guard demons.
LINDSEY
Please escort these two out of the
building. I think we're all done
here.
Angel takes a step back, joining Spike as they size up the
demons before them.
SPIKE
Alright, you take the two on the
left, and I'll-
ANGEL
We're not fighting anyone else.
SPIKE
You what?
ANGEL
(looks to Lindsey)
We're not gonna find what we need
here.
Angel turns and heads for the exit, as Spike pauses to
deliver a final few words.
SPIKE
Just so we're clear, pintsize,
anything happens to her, and you'll-
LINDSEY
You'll have my condolences. She
seems like a nice girl. But then
again, so did your last girlfriend,
and we all know how that turned
out.
Spike seethes and opens his mouth to reply, but is stopped
by:
ANGEL
Spike, come on. We're wasting our
time here.
Spike angrily stomps out of the office, passing Angel as he
stands in the doorway.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I'm sure Lindsey has lots of
important things to discuss, like
exactly how far he should bend over
next time his boss gives him an
order.
Lindsey's look darkens, and Angel smirks as he and Spike
exit. Manners turns to Lindsey once they're gone.
MANNERS
What were they talking about?
LINDSEY
I have no idea, sir.
LILAH
Oh, come on, Lindsey. One of
Angel's team goes down with a
mystery illness and you just happen
to know nothing about it?
LINDSEY
If I wanted to move on Angel or his
team, I'd get clearance from the
Senior Partners first. You both
know that.
Lilah doesn't look convinced, but with a smile and a nod
Manners turns and leaves the room. Lilah waits for him to
leave before standing before Lindsey, arms crossed.
LILAH
You're not fooling me, you know.
LINDSEY
About what?
LILAH
About whatever it is you're
planning to do to Angel.
Lindsey reclines in his chair with a smug expression.
LINDSEY
I think you're confusing me with
somebody who holds a grudge, Lilah.
Now, would you mind? I've got work
to finish.
Lilah frowns, and we cut to:
13 INT. WOLFRAM AND HART - LOBBY - NEXT 13
Angel and Spike walk back across the lobby, the security
demons hanging back to make sure they go.
SPIKE
That's it? We're just going to walk
out of here and take that midget's
word for it?
ANGEL
There's other ways around this,
Spike. Ploughing our way through
every security guard in the
building is just going to slow us
down.
SPIKE
Oh, so I suppose there's some
infinitely better plan brewing in
that high-ridged cranium of yours
that I'm not allowed to know, is
that it?
ANGEL
I don't have to explain my every
move to-
MANNERS (O.S.)
Angel?
The duo turn to see Manners descending the staircase into the
foyer.
ANGEL
Great. Let me guess, this is the
part where you throw some more
legalese my way just to really top
off my evening?
Manners nods to the security demons, who obediently turn and
walk away.
MANNERS
Actually, no. I just wanted to take
the opportunity to catch up with
you.
ANGEL
'Catch up'? What are we, penpals?
MANNERS
We've been down this road many
times now, haven't we, Angel?
ANGEL
And the ride just gets smoother
every time.
MANNERS
Do you honestly think this time is
going to be any different?
ANGEL
Hard to say. Ask me again when it's
over.
MANNERS
We both know how all of this is
going to end.
SPIKE
Not me. I prefer to remain in a
state of blissful ignorance and
concentrate on hitting people.
MANNERS
How's Kirsten doing?
ANGEL
(beat)
She's fine.
MANNERS
She's a good girl. Smart,
resourceful, very beautiful. It's a
shame she chose to leave us, but I
know she's in good hands if she's
with you. I wouldn't have her
working anywhere else.
SPIKE
Er, hate to break up this Kodak
moment, but we're in a hurry, so if
you don't mind sodding off and
dying again, that'd be grand.
ANGEL
You heard the man. So long,
Manners.
They turn to go, but Manners calls out again:
MANNERS
If I was looking for a way to save
Sonia...
Angel turns slowly back round.
MANNERS (cont'd)
... there are a few places I'd try
before I considered myself out of
options.
ANGEL
Not really looking for advice from
the evil law firm.
MANNERS
Oh. So you won't be wanting to know
about an artefact currently
residing in this city that could
cure your colleague, then. I'll
just go back upstairs.
Manners turns to leave. Spike glares at Angel, urging him on,
and with a resigned roll of his eyes he calls after Manners.
ANGEL
Alright.
Manners grins as he turns back round.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I'll bite.
MANNERS
No pun intended.
ANGEL
Where is this 'artefact'?
MANNERS
It's not an easy thing to acquire.
Are you sure she's worth it?
SPIKE
Yes. But not sure why we should
trust you.
MANNERS
Do you have a better option right
now? Come on, Angel, this is a
freebie I'm offering.
ANGEL
That's not how you guys operate.
MANNERS
(beat; smiles)
Alright, I'll admit, I do have an
ulterior motive. When the time
comes, I'll ask something of you in
return for the favour I'm about to
grant you.
ANGEL
No deal.
He turns to leave, but Spike blurts out:
SPIKE
We'll do it.
ANGEL
(wary)
Spike...
SPIKE
Sod off! I'm not passing up a
chance to save her, even if it does
mean cosying up with the Fat
Controller here!
(to Manners)
Tell us what we need to know.
MANNERS
You've made the right choice here,
boys.
Angel and Spike swap a look as we cut to:
14 INT. MAGIC SHOP - NIGHT 14
Wesley is browsing the shelves of a dark and dusty old
magical goods store, checking the labels on various jars of
herbs and spices.
He comes across Fred, who is peering into a large jar
containing some embalmed infant demon.
FRED
(spots him)
Did you find what you were looking
for?
WESLEY
No, it was out of stock.
(off jar)
It's a proplor. In case you were
wondering.
FRED
What is its purpose?
WESLEY
Apart from breeding rapidly and
consuming everything made of
plastic within a five-mile radius,
not all that much. Although I hear-
SHOPKEEPER (O.S.)
They're great sliced on a bagel.
They turn to see the SHOPKEEPER, an elderly man with a
typically craggy face, as he reaches up to place some more
jars up on the shelves by Fred.
SHOPKEEPER (cont'd)
Some people like to add some
mayonnaise, but I find that kind of
spoils the tanginess.
FRED
(grimaces)
People eat those things?
SHOPKEEPER
Appearances can be deceiving, young
miss.
WESLEY
(eyes Fred)
Can't they just.
SHOPKEEPER
Now what's a sweet young thing like
you doing in my creaky old
emporium? This isn't the kind of
place you normally find a girl like
yourself!
FRED
Oh, I'm just here with my
boyfriend, we're shopping for
supplies.
SHOPKEEPER
(off Wes)
Boyfriend, eh? Well, he's a lucky
fella, all right.
FRED
(smiles)
Oh, stop!
The Shopkeeper nods to Wesley and then moves on. Fred turns
to Wes, who has an eyebrow raised.
WESLEY
'Boyfriend'?
FRED
(as Illyria)
It seemed to be an appropriate
thing to say. Was it an incorrect
statement?
WESLEY
No, not at all, it's just...
(grins)
It's been a long time since anyone
called me that.
Fred goes back to browsing through the shelves as Wesley's
cell phone starts to RING.
WESLEY (cont'd)
(into phone)
Price.
KIRSTEN
(filtered; through phone)
Hey, Wes, it's Kirsten. You and
Illyria need to get back to the
hotel - Angel says he's got a lead.
WESLEY
We're on our way.
He hangs up and turns to Fred.
WESLEY (cont'd)
We're wanted back at the Hyperion,
so let's be on our way. Looks as
though we may accomplish something
tonight after all.
Wesley exits, but Fred stays behind - and produces a small
jar that she'd been hiding behind her back.
The label reads 'Reinhold Extract - for powerful magics of
restoration and resurrection.'
She glances back towards the departing Wesley, then
discretely slides the jar back onto the shelf as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
15 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NIGHT 15
Wes opens the door and he and Illyria head down into the
lobby, where Angel, Spike and Kirsten are already waiting.
WESLEY
Sorry we took so long.
ANGEL
Okay, let's get started.
SPIKE
(to Wes)
He's had his speech face on for
ages now, if he doesn't get it out
of his system soon I think he'll
just pop!
ANGEL
I don't have a 'speech face.'
(beat)
Do I?
WESLEY
(prompts)
Angel?
ANGEL
Right. We've got some new intel,
something that could help us save
Sonia. There's an artefact in Los
Angeles, the Frake'nte.
WESLEY
Yes, I believe I've heard of that.
SPIKE
Oh, good, we were hoping you had.
None of us had a bloody clue what
it was.
WESLEY
I have something on it in my
office. Just a moment.
Wes disappears into his office as Angel continues.
ANGEL
It's going to be tough to get to,
so we're going to need to call the
UTF in to help.
Last time I checked with Dr.
Vasquez, he only gave Sonia the
rest of the night before her body
gives in. That's not going to
happen.
Wes reappears, a thick book open in his hands.
WESLEY
(reads)
Here we are, the Frake'nte. It's a
small device, capable of delivering
a concentrated burst of purifying
energy. According to this, it can
drive out any maladies and
afflictions residing in a person's
system, magical or otherwise. It
does need a selection of fairly
rare ingredients to conjure up the
required energy, but it looks as
though it'll do the trick nicely.
SPIKE
Sounds perfect. Where is it?
ANGEL
That's what we need to find out.
Kirsten, I want you and Wes to go
and shop around, find all the
ingredients you need to get the
spell working. Wes, before you two
go I need the UTF to double their
security round the hotel. There's a
chance Wolfram and Hart might try
to get the kids back while we're
gone.
Wes nods, snapping the book shut and heading back into his
office, Kirsten following.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Spike, you and Illyria are with me.
SPIKE
Please say we're not going
shopping.
ANGEL
Don't worry - we get to do
something you're both good at.
Spike raises an eyebrow, and we cut to:
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