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5 INT. BLUE TUNNEL - NIGHT 5
This time, Sonia leads the way, torch in hand, as Angel and
Spike follow behind. The tunnel they're now in glows with a
soft blue light, almost as though it's been carved straight
out of ice.
SPIKE
So what are we going to say when we
find this witch doctor, anyway?
'Excuse me, mate, one of our girls
just found out she's equal parts
human and demon. Any ideas?'
ANGEL
We're going to find out what kind
of demon she is-
SONIA
Part demon!
ANGEL
Sorry. We're gonna find out which
kind of demon she partly is, and
then we're going to ask him-
SONIA
To put the sword down?
ANGEL
What? Why would we...
Angel trails off as he sees what's made Sonia stop dead in
her tracks.
The WITCH DOCTOR stands about ten feet away, just before a
curved entrance to a smaller, warmer-looking chamber - but
the wickedly sharp curved SCIMITAR in his hands looks
anything but warm.
Sonia GULPS as the tall, muscular black Doctor looks her up
and down - before he cracks into a broad, toothy GRIN.
WITCH DOCTOR
(thick Jamaican accent)
Come on in, little one, and bring
your two vampire friends. I've been
expecting you.
He turns and heads back into the chamber, and as a bemused
Sonia starts to follow, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
6 INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NIGHT 6
Wesley and Kirsten head down one of the familiar sewer
tunnels, Wes out front with a flashlight and Kirsten with a
heavy backpack slung over one shoulder.
WESLEY
It's just up ahead.
KIRSTEN
(grins)
Yeah, I really ought to know that,
hadn't I?
WESLEY
There weren't many employees at
Wolfram and Hart who knew about it
anyway, much less since they all...
well, I'm sure you know what
happened.
KIRSTEN
The Beast? Yeah, kind of hard to
miss that particular memo.
(shudders)
Especially when they sent the
pictures round.
Wes pauses, shining his flashlight on her.
WESLEY
They did what?
KIRSTEN
It was, like, a warning or
something. Went out to a bunch of
branches of W&H across the States.
WESLEY
That's not what I'd class as a
'warning.'
KIRSTEN
You're telling me!
They continue on their way, Wes looking to the ceiling for
the small access hatch he's after.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Hey, there was this other crazy
rumour shooting round that I never
had a chance to get any real facts
on, always meant to ask you.
WESLEY
(half listening)
Yes?
KIRSTEN
Well... it was about you and Lilah
Morgan.
Wes stops dead. Kirsten pauses - then the penny drops.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
So it was true!
WESLEY
(sharply)
And it's also absolutely none of
your business.
KIRSTEN
Hey, I don't work there any more,
remember? You can say what you
like.
Wes stares at her, then turns away, continuing his search.
WESLEY
We were... involved, Lilah and I.
KIRSTEN
Like an actual couple?
WESLEY
If you could call it that. It was
the sort of 'relationship' that's
both mutually beneficial and
damaging at the same time.
KIRSTEN
Had my share of those...
WESLEY
It all came to a rather unfortunate
conclusion, so I'd ask you to
strike it from your memory
following this conversation.
KIRSTEN
Done.
WESLEY
Good. Because we're here.
He aims the torch straight upwards - and revealed in the
ceiling overhead is a small access hatch. Wes reaches up to
it, entering a code on the keypad and stepping back as it
slides open.
WESLEY (cont'd)
I'll come a little way in with you
and then wait.
KIRSTEN
I won't be long.
WESLEY
Don't be. This isn't somewhere we
can afford to get bogged down in a
fight.
Kirsten unzips her backpack to show Wes the laptop computer
inside.
KIRSTEN
Once I find the records room, I
just plug this in, download the
files and go. I'll be back out in
less that fifteen minutes. Tops.
Wes nods, giving her a boost up into the hatch. She reaches
down to help pull him up after her, and as Wes' feet
disappear through the hatch, we cut to:
7 INT. WITCH DOCTOR'S DEN - NIGHT 7
Sonia, Angel and Spike step cautiously into the Doctor's
hideaway. A small, earthy chamber with a cosy log fire and
thick, patterned drapes adorning the stone walls, it's also
filled with incense burners and other associated trinkets.
The Doctor takes a seat on the floor before a low wooden
table, and motions for the others to sit.
WITCH DOCTOR
Come. We have much to discuss.
Sonia steps over and squats on the ground, but Angel and
Spike are a little more cautious.
WITCH DOCTOR (cont'd)
Do not be afraid, my undead
friends. There will be no violence
here.
SPIKE
We weren't-
WITCH DOCTOR
On either side.
Spike looks at Angel, and then with a resigned grunt takes a
sword from within his jacket.
SPIKE
(off sword)
It was just in case.
WITCH DOCTOR
(grinning)
Of course it was.
Spike and Angel sit either side of Sonia. She watches
expectantly as the Doctor roots through a small leather pouch
on his belt, tossing a handful of carved wooden blocks onto
the table and studying them.
WITCH DOCTOR (cont'd)
You wish to know what kind of
creature's blood has been mixed
with your lady friend?
SONIA
You can tell all that from looking
at those blocks?
WITCH DOCTOR
Yes. And, I heard you talking in
the tunnels on your way here. They
echo.
ANGEL
Look, we don't have much time, so
if you could just skip to the part
with the answers, that'd be great.
WITCH DOCTOR
Very well.
SONIA
Wait, I have a question first. How
did I do that 'walking through the
wall' thing back there?
WITCH DOCTOR
It is an enchantment. Accessible
only to those of demon blood.
SPIKE
Don't we count?
WITCH DOCTOR
Living and of demon blood.
SPIKE
Oh. Fair enough, then.
SONIA
So I could see through it because
I'm...
(deep breath)
... not fully human?
WITCH DOCTOR
That is correct.
SONIA
So what am I?
The Doctor scoops up the blocks again, this time tipping a
little yellow powder onto them from a vial by his feet.
He tosses them across the table again, squinting at the
arcane symbols etched onto them.
WITCH DOCTOR
The signs are not clear.
SONIA
Which means what?
WITCH DOCTOR
There may be more than just one
creature's blood in your body.
SONIA
(sags)
Oh, great...
ANGEL
Can't you just point us in the
right direction? We have people who
can figure out the rest. We just
need to know where to start
looking.
WITCH DOCTOR
I will do what I can.
(to Sonia)
Hold out your hand.
SONIA
(suspicious)
Why?
The Doctor raises a small bowl - and a KNIFE appears in his
other hand. Angel and Spike start to get up, but the Doctor
raises a hand to stop them.
WITCH DOCTOR
I need some of her blood. It will
help me.
ANGEL
Sonia, you don't have to do this.
SONIA
No, it's okay. I... I need to know.
She holds out her hand, and the Doctor carefully flattens out
her palm.
WITCH DOCTOR
This may sting a little.
He quickly SLICES the knife across her palm, and Sonia winces
as a line of blood oozes from the cut.
The Doctor quickly pours a few drops into the bowl, then
hands Sonia a rag to wrap around her hand.
SPIKE
Alright, so, there's your blood.
How long until we get some answers?
WITCH DOCTOR
(staring into bowl)
Magic like this is hard to predict.
This may take minutes... or days.
You are welcome to wait.
Angel looks at Sonia, who nods.
ANGEL
(to Doctor)
We'll wait.
SPIKE
But only for a bit, mind.
(off Angel's look)
I've got things to do, you know!
SONIA
(teasing)
Better than staying with me?
SPIKE
(stuck)
Er, well...
(scowls)
Oh, piss off.
She grins, and as she finishes wrapping the rag around her
hand, we cut back to:
8 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - CORRIDOR - NIGHT 8
A door opens and Kirsten peeks her head out, looking up and
down the plain, empty corridor.
After a few beats, a short, nervous-looking nerdy man, HUGO,
rounds a corner, and with a grin Kirsten waves him over.
He reaches the doorway as Wesley steps out to join her, and
Hugo shrinks back at the sight of him.
KIRSTEN
It's alright. Wes, I'd like you to
meet Hugo. Hugo, this is my friend-
HUGO
I know who he is! He's one of them!
WESLEY
(wearily)
Yes, we do get around, don't we?
KIRSTEN
Hugo, he's cool. He's with me.
(to Wes)
Hugo's an old friend, back from
when I worked here. He's going to
get me to the records room and back
without any trouble from security.
WESLEY
Are you sure he can manage that?
HUGO
I have good clearance.
KIRSTEN
Wes, stay here. If I'm not back in
fifteen minutes... you should
probably come rescue me.
Wesley nods and steps back through the doorway, as Kirsten
and Hugo hurry down the corridor.
HUGO
(anxious)
Oh, Kirsten, what are you getting
yourself mixed up in? Do you know
who those people are?
KIRSTEN
I know what I'm doing, Hugo.
HUGO
I can't believe I let you talk me
into this...
KIRSTEN
(smiles)
Yeah, but you owe me one, remember?
From that kiss at the New Year's
party?
Hugo blushes at the memory, and Kirsten nudges him.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
I told you it'd make Sandra
jealous, didn't I? How did things
work out between you two, anyway?
They turn a corner as Huge fishes out his wallet and opens
it, showing Kirsten a family photo of himself with two babies
in his arms.
HUGO
Two so far, third on the way.
KIRSTEN
Woah. Fast work!
HUGO
Okay, we have to be quiet now.
There's usually a guard here, but
on nights he sneaks off a lot to
play on the pinball machine down in
the staff lounge, so...
They've reached another corner, and Hugo cautiously pokes his
head round to survey the scene:
9 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - FOYER - NEXT 9
There's a small foyer with a security desk - currently
unmanned - and behind that are a set of double doors marked
'Records.'
HUGO
All clear.
KIRSTEN
Check. Got the key?
Hugo takes a small white keycard out of his blazer, but
hesitates before handing it to her.
HUGO
Kirsten, before I give you this...
KIRSTEN
(impatient)
Can this wait?
HUGO
No, this is important! I want you
to promise me you're not about to
do anything that'll lose me my job.
KIRSTEN
Hugo!
HUGO
I mean it! I've got a family now, I
can't afford to-
KIRSTEN
I promise. Now hand it over.
He pauses again - then with a sigh hands the card over.
Kirsten dashes across the foyer and reaches the doors,
swiping the card down the lock and disappearing inside, and
we follow her into:
10 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - RECORDS - LATER 10
Kirsten stands between two aisles, up to her arms in files. A
torch is tucked under her armpit so she can see the pages
before her in the otherwise dark archives room.
She's been searching for some time without success, and a
glance at her watch matches her frustration - she's running
out of time.
KIRSTEN
Damn it!
She SLAMS one drawer shut, making more noise that she should
do in her haste to find what she's looking for.
She sees a flashlight beam on the far side of the room, and
quickly ducks down, out of sight.
Holding her breath, she hears approaching FOOTSTEPS, the
rattle of keys and the off-key WHISTLING of what can only be
the night shift security guard.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
(whispers; edgy)
Hugo...
She slowly reaches for her torch and CLICKS it off, the sound
seeming to echo round the room. She winces, waiting for the
inevitable alarm - but she's still undetected.
She shuffles forward and peeks round the edge of the nearest
row of cabinets - and sees the silhouette of the guard about
twenty feet away, lighting up a crafty cigarette.
She creeps back to where she was, reaching up and gently
pushing the open filing cabinet drawer closed, before
starting to head for the exit.
Kirsten pauses as she sees something on a label on one of the
cabinets she passes, and after glancing round to make sure
the guard is still some way away, she carefully CLICKS her
flashlight back on.
The label reads 'Rochmount Academy - Personnel Files.'
Kirsten GRINS, sliding the creaky drawer open as carefully as
she can.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
(whispers)
Jackpot.
She takes out as many of the thickly-stuffed manilla folders
as she can, pushing the drawer closed and sneaking back
towards the exit.
11 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - FOYER - NEXT 11
Kirsten hurries back over to the waiting Hugo, glancing over
her shoulder as she does so.
HUGO
Did you get what you needed? I saw
the guard coming in, but I didn't-
KIRSTEN
(off folders)
All good, Hugo. Thank you.
Hugo breathes a sigh of relief, and Kirsten passes him back
the keycard.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
You are an absolute angel, sent
from Heaven to guide me.
HUGO
(blushes)
Well, not really, I'm just-
Kirsten grabs his cheeks and KISSES him, and Hugo very nearly
faints away in her arms.
HUGO (cont'd)
(stutters)
W-wh-wha-wh-what was t-th-that for?
KIRSTEN
For showing me that there's still
some good in this world. Now, if
anybody asks...
HUGO
(nods)
... I haven't seen you since you
got fired.
KIRSTEN
(smiles)
That's right.
With a last glance round, she scampers off down the corridor,
leaving the swooning Hugo to lean against the wall. Hugo
takes out a handkerchief and mops his brow, and we cut from
him to:
12 INT. WOLFRAM & HART - CORRIDOR - NEXT 12
Wesley is waiting anxiously by the door as Kirsten hurries
over to him, raising the files.
WESLEY
Good work.
KIRSTEN
I had a little help.
WESLEY
Let's get out of here. Something
tells me it won't be long before
they realise they were robbed.
Kirsten ducks past him and into the room with the hidden
panel, and Wes takes a last glance up and down the corridor.
He hears someone coming, and ducks back out of sight, keeping
his eyes on the corridor in case of trouble...
... and LILAH walks into frame, idly flicking through a thick
file in her hands.
Wesley reacts, half leaning back out into the corridor in
shock.
WESLEY (cont'd)
(quietly)
Lilah...?
Lilah stops, lifting her head - did she just hear something?
She slowly looks round...
... and straight into Wesley's eyes. They're about thirty
feet apart, and he stares at her in utter amazement for a few
beats before Lilah starts to GRIN.
LILAH
Hello, Wesley. Heard you were back.
How's things?
Wesley finally remembers where he is, and ducks out of sight.
Lilah waits a moment, glancing up and down the otherwise
empty corridor before looking back in the direction Wes made
his exit.
LILAH (cont'd)
Alright, Wes. Five second head
start. For old times' sake.
She counts to five under her breath, then steps calmly over
to an intercom phone unit mounted into the wall.
LILAH (cont'd)
(into phone)
It's Lilah. We've got trouble.
She looks back round as we cut to:
13 INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NEXT 13
Kirsten is already in the tunnel, waiting for Wesley to lower
himself down as they hear an ALARM start to sound from back
inside the building.
Wesley drops the rest of the way, SPLASHING into the water
and quickly reaching up to close the hatch.
KIRSTEN
This is where we run, right?
WESLEY
It certainly is.
They hurry away from the hatch, but they haven't got far
before the radio on Wesley's belt BUZZES, and he stops to
answer it.
WESLEY (cont'd)
(into radio)
Price.
UTF MEMBER
(filtered; through radio)
Sir, something you should know.
Surveillance unit Tango-twenty
three just spotted a strike team
mobilising outside the Wolfram and
Hart building.
WESLEY
We're aware that they may be
feeling a little agitated at the
moment, but we're making our way
back from-
UTF MEMBER
Sir, they're... I think they're
heading for the Hyperion.
Wesley frowns, turning to Kirsten.
KIRSTEN
There's no way they're that fast.
WESLEY
This could be an unrelated attack.
The penny drops for them both at the same instant.
WESLEY (cont'd)
The children.
KIRSTEN
(horrified)
Oh, no!
WESLEY
We have to get back there, now!
(into radio)
Any sign yet of Angel and the
others?
UTF MEMBER
No, sir, no sign of him, Spike or
Sonia.
WESLEY
Understood. Price out.
Kirsten watches him as he tucks the radio away.
KIRSTEN
So what now?
WESLEY
We get back to the hotel and hope
we get there before that strike
team does.
KIRSTEN
And if we don't?
Wes doesn't answer, doubling his speed as he runs down the
tunnel back towards the Hyperion, and as a worried Kirsten
follows, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
14 INT. WITCH DOCTOR'S DEN - NIGHT 14
Angel, Sonia and Spike are still waiting in the lair, but the
Doctor is absent. Spike is looking round at the various
trinkets on display, obviously disinterested.
ANGEL
(fidgeting)
Shouldn't he be back by now?
SONIA
You heard him. He said it'd take
time.
SPIKE
And Angelkins said we should wait.
Great plan, mate.
ANGEL
You want to find out what's going
on here as much as I do.
SPIKE
Yes, but I'm more the proactive
sort when it comes to my
investigating! I'm a running
around, hitting people kind of
person, not a sitting cross-legged
in some hairy fairy witch doctor's
cave dwelling waiting for answers
kind of person!
SONIA
Nobody said you had to sit cross
legged.
SPIKE
(beat)
Right.
With difficulty, Spike unfurls his legs, wincing at the
muscle cramps.
The Doctor finally makes his entrance, and Spike jumps to his
feet, glad of the distraction.
SPIKE (cont'd)
'Bout time! We were beginning to
think you might've done a runner on
us.
WITCH DOCTOR
I was preparing.
SPIKE
Of course you were.
ANGEL
So... can we get our answers now?
WITCH DOCTOR
Please, sit down.
Spike rolls his eyes and sits back down, as an anxious Sonia
watches the Doctor casually take a seat again.
SONIA
Well? What... what am I?
WITCH DOCTOR
My early prediction was correct.
There is more than one type of
demonic blood in you.
SONIA
(pales)
Oh, God...
WITCH DOCTOR
But what I have found is-
Sonia's radio CRACKLES, interrupting him.
WESLEY
(filtered; through radio)
Sonia, are you there? Sonia! Come
in!
She bites her lip, looking from the Doctor to the radio and
back. He nods his head.
WITCH DOCTOR
You may answer.
She snatches up the radio from her belt.
SONIA
(into radio)
I'm here, Wes. What's up?
WESLEY
Where are you?
SONIA
I'm still at that witch doctor's
place with Angel and Spike. Why?
WESLEY
Kirsten and I were just at Wolfram
and Hart.
SPIKE
You were?
WELSEY
Kirsten managed to obtain some more
information on the Academy, but
we've encountered a bigger problem
along the way.
ANGEL
Such as?
WESLEY
A strike team left Wolfram and Hart
a short while ago, and they're
heading for the hotel.
SPIKE
Bloody hell... the kids!
WESLEY
Kirsten and I are on our way back,
but we're not going to be able to
beat them there. I've called in
some UTF support, but...
ANGEL
(catches up)
We're closer. We'll be there.
He stands, turning to the Doctor.
ANGEL (cont'd)
We, uh... we need to go.
SPIKE
Hang on, what happened to staying
and getting some answers?
ANGEL
That was before Wolfram and Hart
sent a team of commandoes to break
into my hotel!
SONIA
Go. It's alright.
ANGEL
What?
SONIA
I'll stay here, find out what I
need to know, then I'll come catch
you guys up. Besides...
(sighs)
This is probably something I should
just hear by myself first.
Angel looks to Spike, who nods.
ANGEL
Alright. But don't take all night.
WITCH DOCTOR
Do not worry, vampire. I will not
keep her for long.
With a last nod to Sonia, Angel and Spike dash out of the
lair, leaving Sonia and the Doctor.
She turns to him, managing a nervous smile, as he reaches to
his feet and lifts up a large mug of tea.
WITCH DOCTOR (cont'd)
Are you sure you are ready to hear
what I have to say?
SONIA
(nods)
I'm ready.
The Witch Doctor nods back, and we cut to:
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