TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. UTF HQ - WARD - NIGHT 1
Right where we left them. KIRSTEN, ILLYRIA, SPIKE and ANGEL
are standing around SONIA's bed, as a serious looking WESLEY
stands next to UTF members DAVID and DR. VASQUEZ, and their
associate DR. MANSELL.
Everybody stares at Wes in stunned silence. He's standing in
front of a lightbox with a set of x-rays pinned to it.
A long beat. Glances are swapped. Nobody is quite sure what
to say after Wesley's revelation that Sonia is part demon.
Until Sonia BURSTS OUT LAUGHING!
SONIA
Oh, good one, Wes!
WESLEY
I assure you, I'm not-
Spike starts to LAUGH, joining in.
SPIKE
Yeah, nice one, Percy. Almost had
us going for a second there!
The laughter is infectious, and soon Angel and Kirsten are
joining in. A confused Illyria looks round at them all.
ILLYRIA
What is so amusing? Have you all
been enchanted?
ANGEL
It's a joke, isn't it? There's no
way she could be...
Angel is the first to stop laughing as he registers Wesley's
serious expression. One by one, the laughter of the others
dies down until only Sonia is left giggling.
WESLEY
Angel...
SPIKE
(snaps back)
No, hang on just a sodding minute!
Sonia is part demon?!?
WESLEY
That's what the tests are telling
us.
SONIA
Be serious! That's impossible!
MANSELL
Hey, I thought so too the first few
times I ran the tests. I kept
checking them, but it's all
correct.
KIRSTEN
So, what you're saying is...
Another moment of silence. Sonia's face finally starts to
drop as the reality of the situation kicks in.
SONIA
(quiet)
I'm a demon?
ANGEL
No. No, that's not what he's saying
at all. He means...
(stuck)
Wes?
WESLEY
All the data we've correlated so
far is hinting at some kind of
demonic DNA in your system, Sonia.
The source and species are
currently unknown, but I'm afraid
the end result is quite conclusive.
SONIA
So...
VASQUEZ
It's possible we just found the
reason for your rapid recovery.
SONIA
Oh.
(beat; confused)
Wait, what? Are you saying my body
healed itself?
DAVID
Uh, basically... yeah. We've been
unable to identify the specific
species as of yet, but we're
working on it.
ANGEL
Okay, say this is true. Are there
any other test we can run to
confirm it?
MANSELL
Here? No. I even brought some
equipment over from my own
department. If we could run it,
it's been run. Trust me.
WESLEY
There are... other options.
SPIKE
Then let's hear them! I'm all for
'other options' at this point.
WESLEY
We could try a shaman, or witch
doctor, somebody with demon blood
in their own system, somebody else
who would share the same...
(chooses words carefully)
... connection that Sonia does.
Sonia has gone very, very pale, and looks ready to throw up.
ANGEL
Well, what are we waiting here for?
Let's go!
WESLEY
All of us? Shouldn't some of us go
back to the hotel to keep an eye
the children?
SPIKE
I thought you said you had some of
your UTF chaps watching the place?
WESLEY
I do, but I'd still feel more
secure knowing one of us was there.
ILLYRIA
(steps forward)
I will go.
KIRSTEN
Yeah, me too. Spike and Angel
should go check out this witch
doctor thing. Sonia should stay-
Sonia interrupts her as she swings out of the bed.
SONIA
The hell I will! I'm coming with
you guys.
ANGEL
I don't think that's a good idea.
You've just-
SONIA
(snaps)
I just found out I'm half monster!
Do you actually think I'm not gonna
do everything I can to find out
what the hell is going on right
now?
ANGEL
(beat; to Wes)
She's coming with us.
WESLEY
Agreed. I'll stay here, keep going
over the test results we have.
We'll rendezvous back at the
Hyperion in two hours.
Spike hands Sonia a change of clothes from a pile on her
bedside table, and she nods her thanks before scuttling into
a nearby bathroom.
Spike turns wearily to Angel, who watches as Illyria and
Kirsten hurry out of the ward.
SPIKE
It's going to be one of those
evenings, isn't it?
ANGEL
It sure is...
Angel looks to Spike, and from their dark espressions, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 EXT. LA STREET - NIGHT 2
Angel, Sonia and Spike head down a city street, somewhere in
a run down part of town. Sonia SHIVERS in the cold, despite
wearing a thick jacket.
SPIKE
Are you alright, luv? You look a
little...
SONIA
Hey, if I can survive almost
turning into a zombie, this should
be a piece of cake.
ANGEL
(blinks)
You were a zombie?
SONIA
(corrects him)
Almost a zombie. Me and Conn...
She trails off, lowering her head. They walk on in awkward
silence for a few beats before Angel and Spike both stop
suddenly, raising their heads and SNIFFING the night air.
SONIA (cont'd)
What is it?
ANGEL
Something...
SPIKE
(sniffs)
Blood. Close by.
Angel and Spike head towards a rickety-looking building to
their left, suddenly a lot more focused. Sonia raises an
eyebrow as she watches them.
SONIA
I don't think I'm ever going to get
used to how you vampire guys do
that, you know.
(pales)
Oh, God, does that mean I'm gonna
start doing things like that now?
Spike shoves away a few rusty sheets of corrugated metal to
reveal a DOORWAY. A flimsy wooden door stands in the way, and
Spike glances to Angel.
ANGEL
(nods)
Go ahead.
Spike grins and KICKS the door open. It blasts off into the
darkness beyond in a shower of fragments, and after a beat
the trio step through, into:
3 INT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 3
A long, dark tunnel awaits them, lit by sporadically
positioned flaming torches along the way.
SPIKE
Reminds me of home.
SONIA
Is there some kind of rulebook on
how these guys set up their lairs?
Angel leads the way, pausing to yank one of the torches from
the wall.
ANGEL
It's an old school thing. A lot of
these guys are traditionalists, you
know. Like to do things a certain
way.
SPIKE
Like Angel and his hair.
Angel pauses, turning to glare at Spike, and as he heads back
on his way Spike nudges Sonia and grins. She manages a small
smile in return.
SPIKE (cont'd)
That's better. Thought we'd seen
the last of that little beauty.
SONIA
Yeah, me too. Haven't exactly had
much to smile about past few days,
what with the whole 'being in a
coma' thing and all.
SPIKE
Yeah, but you're out now, aren't
you? Everything's shiny and happy
once again.
SONIA
Apart from the 'me being part
demon' part.
SPIKE
(smirks)
Who isn't these days?
Sonia pauses, letting Spike walk on. She mulls his words over
for a beat, then follows.
Angel comes to a dead end in the tunnel. He holds the torch
to each corner of the flat stone wall before him, but there's
no visible way forwards.
Spike joins him, pausing to casually light a cigarette on the
torch.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Leading us up the wrong garden path
again?
ANGEL
This is the only tunnel we could
have taken. We must have missed
something.
SPIKE
Or maybe...
Spike takes off his leather jacket, rolling up his sleeves
and walking up to the wall, placing his palms against it.
SPIKE (cont'd)
... you just need to apply a little
pressure.
He grits his teeth and HEAVES, trying to push through the
wall - but nothing happens.
He rests and tries again, muscles bulging, but still nothing
happens. He turns to Angel, irritated.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Don't just stand there, you
poofter, help me!
Angel puts his shoulder against the wall and HEAVES, but
again there's no result.
ANGEL
Remind me why we're doing this?
SPIKE
Seen it before. These witch doctor
types love their dead ends, keeps
the unwanted visitors away.
ANGEL
Yeah, but I don't see how us
pushing is doing any good!
SPIKE
We just need to try harder...
They both HEAVE again, finally giving up and stepping away,
exhausted. Angel winces as he rotates his shoulder.
ANGEL
(sarcastic)
Great. Nice plan, Spike.
SPIKE
Don't look at me, you're the one
who brought us down here!
ANGEL
(weary)
And like I just said, only way we
could have come!
SPIKE
Well, go back and check! Chances
are we walked right past the actual
bloody way in while you were busy
poncing about with your flaming
Indiana Jones torch!
They continue to bicker as Sonia walks between them, frowning
as she studies the wall.
ANGEL
You were right with me! In fact,
you were following me, so before
you start accusing me of getting us
lost, maybe you ought to check your-
SONIA
Guys!
They turn to her. She lifts a cautious hand towards the wall,
running her hand across it but not actually touching it.
SPIKE
What?
SONIA
Can't you see it?
SPIKE
See what? It's a bloody wall, pet!
SONIA
It's... it's glittering.
SPIKE
Ah, no, I think you'll find that's
all the anaesthetic still in your
system.
Sonia presses her hand forward - and it sinks right into the
wall! Angel and Spike gape as Sonia steps forward - and goes
STRAIGHT THROUGH the wall!
A beat as the two stunned vampires stare at the wall, before
dashing back over to it. They push against it - but it's
solid once more.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Did you see that?
ANGEL
I, uh...
SPIKE
She walked right through the wall!
ANGEL
Yeah...
SPIKE
How did she do that?
Sonia's HEAD pops back through the wall, and they both JUMP
BACK in shock.
SONIA
Will you boys stop being so special
and follow me?
SPIKE
(bewildered)
Er... we'd like to, we just don't
seem to have turned into one of the
bloody X-Men like you just have!
SONIA
Oh, right. Sorry. Wait a second.
She leans back through the wall, out of sight, and after a
moment the entire wall starts to SHIMMER - and it FADES AWAY,
leaving a grinning Sonia standing casually in the entrance of
a second tunnel, this one lit by frosty blue light.
SPIKE
How did you...
SONIA
(points)
Control panel.
They look - a small keypad is fixed to the wall inside the
new tunnel.
ANGEL
Doesn't explain how you walked
through in the first place!
SONIA
(shrugs)
I don't know either. But even money
says we follow this tunnel and we
find out.
She starts off down the tunnel, and after an exchange of
glances Spike and Angel follow, as we cut to:
4 INT. HYPERION - WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT 4
A tired looking Wesley finally steps back into his office,
YAWNING as he shrugs his bag off his shoulder. He heads round
to his desk and takes a seat, putting his feet up on the desk
and closing his eyes, clearly settling in for a quick nap.
He shifts slightly, sensing somebody entering the room - and
opens his eyes to see one of the fugitive Academy KIDS
grinning at him!
Startled, Wes jumps back, his feet crashing off the desk. He
recovers and looks up to see Kirsten ushering in two more
kids, closing the door behind her.
KIRSTEN
Hey. Thought you should hear this.
WESLEY
Kirsten, can't this wait? I had to
leave David and the others at the
lab because I could barely keep my
eyes open...
KIRSTEN
This won't take long.
She gets the kids to line up - two girls and one boy. The
girls, RHIANNA and SUZI, are nine-year-old twins with
matching blonde hair and freckled faces, while they boy,
GEORGE, is a stroppy-looking eight-year old with dark hair.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
This is Rhianna, Suzi and George.
They were heads of their respective
classes at the Academy.
WESLEY
Classes in what?
KIRSTEN
(prompts)
Go on, tell Uncle Wesley.
RHIANNA & SUZI
(together)
Telepathy and precognition.
KIRSTEN
George?
GEORGE
(mumbles)
Mind reading.
WESLEY
(surprised)
Oh.
KIRSTEN
These kids are the ones who know
what's going on, basically. I tried
talking to the oldest kid, Hayley,
who's fourteen, but they had her
working so hard that she didn't
have much time to find anything
out.
WESLEY
I see.
RHIANNA
Are you the man who's always with
the funny blue lady?
WESLEY
(smiles)
Yes, that's me.
SUZI
She's scary. I don't like her eyes.
WESLEY
You get used to her.
GEORGE
(mischevious)
I saw you kiss her.
Wesley looks to Kirsten, who stifles a laugh and nudges
Rhianna and Suzi to step forward.
KIRSTEN
The girls here told me some stuff
they heard their teachers say.
WESLEY
And by 'heard,' I take it you mean-
SUZI
We saw it in their heads.
WESLEY
And we're very glad that you did!
So what can you tell us? Do you
know what your teachers were
planning for you?
RHIANNA
They wanted to know how we were
developing with the... the...
(searches for right word)
... dithulometric implants.
WESLEY
Right...
SUZI
And how we'd be responding to, uh,
hypnotic suggestion and putting
thoughts into other people's heads.
Wesley throws a serious look at Kirsten, who nods.
WESLEY
(to George)
And what about you?
GEORGE
(casually)
They wanted to know if I could make
somebody's brain catch on fire.
Wesley reacts as the twins GIGGLE.
RHIANNA
That's stupid!
SUZI
Why would you want to do that?
RHIANNA
I bet you couldn't even do it.
GEORGE
(protests)
I could! All I had to do was
concentrate...
He narrows his eyes, glaring at Suzi, and an alarmed Kirsten
quickly ushers him out of the office, returning a moment
later.
KIRSTEN
Uh, sorry, he's a little... well,
emotional.
WESLEY
(darkly)
Let's hope he can learn to control
himself.
Wesley turns back to the twins, back to his friendly
schoolteacher demeanour.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Can you two girls do me a really
big favour?
They nod, and Wesley hands them a notepad and pen.
WESLEY (cont'd)
It would really help Kirsten and I
out a lot if you could write down
all the things you just told me,
and anything else you can remember
that you saw in your teacher's
heads.
Rhianna takes the pad, but Suzi wrinkles her nose.
SUZI
Can we just saw pictures?
WESLEY
That will be fine too. Can you do
that for me?
RHIANNA
I'm gonna need some crayons.
WESLEY
I'll find you some. You'd both
better get back to your room now,
it's a long way past your bedtime.
RHIANNA & SUZI
Okay!
They skip merrily out of the office, and Kirsten watches them
go. She turns back to Wes, grinning.
KIRSTEN
Those kids really love you, you
know.
WESLEY
I hadn't given it much thought.
KIRSTEN
Oh, sure they do! They really look
up to you. You're like their Obi
Wan or something.
Wesley seems pleased by this, but soon brings his mind back
to more serious business.
WESLEY
It looks like our initial fears
were correct.
KIRSTEN
(nods)
Not all the kids knew what it was
they were learning how to do, but
the ones like Rhianna that I've
spoken to all gave me similar stuff
- that they're being trained as
assassins.
WESLEY
It was her use of the phrase
'hypnotic suggestion' that worries
me. Are you certain they don't have
subliminal triggers, waiting to be
activated? Behavioural
modifications implanted at the
Academy?
KIRSTEN
(sighs)
I don't know... I mean, I've been
trying to find out, but it's not
like they're gonna know if they
have subconscious 'on' switches
hidden in their brains!
WESLEY
(thoughtful)
No... but some of the ones with
psychic powers may be able to tell
us!
KIRSTEN
And what was that Rhianna said?
Something about 'dithulometric
implants'?
Wesley nods and heads for his bookshelf, taking down a thick
hardback medical textbook and flipping through it.
WESLEY
(reads)
It's something I've come across
before.
It's a procedure that involves
splicing human DNA with that of
other creatures.
KIRSTEN
Yikes. Very 'Dark Angel.'
WESLEY
Very what?
KIRSTEN
Never mind. So, what, they've been
injecting the kids with DNA from
other things to see what happens?
WESLEY
More specific than that.
KIRSTEN
(catching up)
Demon DNA...
(gasps)
Sonia!
WESLEY
(nods)
It's an unfortunate possibility
that Sonia may be involved in all
of this somehow.
KIRSTEN
But... how?
WESLEY
That's something we're going to
have to find out.
Wes takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes wearily.
KIRSTEN
No, it's something I have to find
out. You need to get some rest.
WESLEY
(yawning)
I'll be fine, I just need to-
KIRSTEN
Don't worry about it. I think I
know where to go looking for any
intel we need on this - I just need
a little help getting to it.
Wes looks up at her, and as Kirsten grins, we cut to:
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