7x09
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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - DAY 1
ANGEL walks into frame, reading from a handful of papers
and sipping his first mug of blood of the day, screeching
to a halt as RHIANNA and SUZI, the two psychic twins from
the Academy, go racing past.
Angel mutters something under his breath and turns to head
toward his office to find JOHNNY standing in the doorway.
Angel starts, surprised to see the intense-looking ten-year
old in his path. There's a long beat as Angel stares back
at the child.
ANGEL
Can I... help you with something?
JOHNNY
When can we start going outside?
Angel glances round, but he's alone in the foyer. Nobody to
come and rescue him.
ANGEL
Uh, well... you see...
(crouches down)
It's dangerous out there for you
and the others just yet.
JOHNNY
You go out all the time.
ANGEL
I have to.
JOHNNY
So why can't we?
ANGEL
Because there are people out
there looking for you, to take
you back to the Academy. You
don't want that, do you?
JOHNNY
(shrugs)
All my things are still there.
ANGEL
Oh. Right. Well...
KIRSTEN (O.S.)
Angel?
ANGEL
(relieved)
Oh, thank God.
He stands as KIRSTEN walks down the stairs and into the
foyer, with they shy HAYLEY following close behind.
KIRSTEN
Everything okay?
ANGEL
Huh? Oh, yeah, everything's...
(beat)
Can we have a minute?
KIRSTEN
Sure.
(to Hayley)
Wait here with Johnny, okay? I'll
be right back.
Hayley nods, unconsciously tugging her sweater a little
tighter round herself as Kirsten heads over to Angel.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
What's up?
Angel glances over to the kids to make sure they can't hear
him, and Kirsten registers his dark expression.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Angel?
ANGEL
They've started asking me how
long they're going to be here.
When they're going home. When
they're going back to the
Academy. What are we supposed to
tell them? They're nearly all too
young to understand what's going
to happen to them if they go back
there!
KIRSTEN
Yeah, and I understand that, but
they're still kids, Angel.
They're getting restless, so we
need to find a way for them to
blow off a little steam while we
figure things out.
ANGEL
Any ideas? I'd have thought
trying to kill us all a few days
ago would have been enough
'steam' for anyone.
KIRSTEN
Hey, I'm trying just as hard as
you are. I don't have any more
idea than you what a ten year old
pyrokinetic does for fun!
ANGEL
Well, we have to think of
something, and soon. I don't want
another incident in here.
There's a BUZZ from the front doorbell, and Angel turns.
ANGEL (cont'd)
You expecting anybody?
KIRSTEN
(shakes head)
Not me.
Angel heads up to the doors, peering over to the small
monitor overlooking the door outside - and his face
brightens when he sees who it is.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Who is it?
ANGEL
(grinning)
An old friend.
Angel steps up to the doors, fishes out his keycard and
swipes it to unlock the entrance with a loud CLICK.
He pulls open the door and steps back as a familiar figure
with spiky red hair steps into the foyer - it's OZ!
ANGEL (cont'd)
Hey, Oz.
OZ
Hey.
(looks round)
This place is better than your
old office.
ANGEL
Sure is. Good to see you again.
OZ
Yeah, you too.
The duo embrace for a moment before Angel steps back and
motions to Kirsten.
ANGEL
Kirsten, I'd like you to meet
Daniel Osbourne, also known as
Oz. He's an old friend from
Sunnydale.
OZ
(offers hand)
Hi there.
KIRSTEN
(shakes it)
Hey, yourself.
ANGEL
Kirsten's been helping us out
round here. We've got a few-
CRASH! Angel starts and looks up towards the first floor
balcony - where Rhianna and Suzi are standing next to a
smashed plant pot, looking suitably guilty.
RHIANNA
(sheepish)
Sorry...
SUZI
(scolding)
I told you you'd break it if you
did that!
Angel sighs and looks back to the now bemused Oz.
OZ
Problems?
ANGEL
(nods)
Problems.
OZ
Actually, that's kinda why I'm
here. Got a few problems of our
own I was hoping you could help
us out with.
ANGEL
'Our' own?
OZ
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Oz looks over his shoulder, and Angel follows his gaze -
and his jaw drops a little as a blonde woman steps through
the doors.
It's NINA.
NINA
Hey, Angel.
(beat)
We're in trouble.
Up close on Angel's stunned expression, then we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - DAY 2
Angel still looks pretty surprised as Nina walks down the
steps to meet him, bag in one hand.
There's a long beat. Kirsten looks from Angel to Nina, then
over to Oz, who nods sagely.
OZ
Yeah... that's what I figured
would happen.
Nina steps up close to Angel, looking like she's not sure
if she should hug him or keep her distance.
NINA
So...
ANGEL
Yeah...
NINA
(awkward)
How... how've you been?
ANGEL
Good, good, I've been... well,
not 'good,' I mean, you know,
hotel full of psychic kids and
Wolfram and Hart trying to get
them back, but other than that...
where have you been?
NINA
(shrugs)
Around. Ran into Oz here a few
months back, he's been looking
out for me since then.
OZ
Wolf loyalty, you know.
ANGEL
So, where did... I mean, how
have...
Angel is thankfully interrupted as he hears SPIKE and
WESLEY's voices drifting in from outside.
SPIKE (O.S.)
And I distinctly remember saying
to you, 'don't hit that one or
they'll all bloody go!'
WESLEY (O.S.)
You did no such thing, Spike.
SPIKE (O.S.)
(tetchy)
I know what I did and didn't say,
actually, so don't try to make
out like any of this was my
fault!
The group in the foyer look up as Spike and Wes enter -
spattered from head to foot in thick black OOZE.
There's a beat as Spike and Wes see the new arrivals, and
Oz raises an eyebrow.
OZ
(off Spike)
I thought he was dead?
ANGEL
Long story.
SPIKE
Came back.
OZ
Apparently, not that long.
WESLEY
(grins)
Hello again, Oz.
Wes steps forward to shake Oz's hand, wiping some of the
ooze from his hand first.
OZ
Hey. You look different.
WESLEY
A lot's happened since we last
met.
NINA
So I can see...
OZ
(to Spike)
You still a good guy?
SPIKE
(lights a cigarette)
Depends who you ask.
ANGEL
Okay, sorry to break this up, but
you mentioned 'trouble' just
then.
NINA
Straight down to business. That's
my Angel, all right.
Angel glances at her, and Nina shifts a little, not looking
like she meant to say that out loud.
ANGEL
Come one. Let's head into my
office, you can fill me in.
NINA
(to Oz)
I'll go. We've got... stuff to
catch up on.
OZ
No problem. I'll take a look
around.
WESLEY
We'll give you the tour, once
we're all cleaned up.
SPIKE
Yeah, believe it or not, we're
not normally this mucky. Just
that somebody has a problem
listening to anybody's advice but
his own!
WESLEY
(wearily)
Spike...
The debate starts again as Wes and Spike head off, followed
by Oz, and Nina turns back to Angel.
There's a long beat as Kirsten looks from one to the other,
getting the hint and quietly slipping away to leave them.
ANGEL
Nina, I-
NINA
(shakes head)
Don't.
ANGEL
We just never really got a chance
to, you know...
NINA
What, say goodbye? After I lead
Wolfram and Hart to your son and
you tried to strangle me? I don't
think 'goodbye' has enough
syllables to cover that kind of
situation.
Angel lowers his head and motions towards his office.
ANGEL
This way.
The two head inside as we cut to:
3 INT. HYPERION - CORRIDOR - NEXT 3
Wes ducks into a bathroom as Spike waits his turn outside,
leaning against the wall without a care for the wallpaper
as he keeps smoking. Oz studies him.
OZ
So... I'm guessing I missed a few
stories between you going up in
flames to destroy the Hellmouth
and standing here today.
SPIKE
Not much to tell, really. Got
trapped in a necklace and
delivered to Wolfram and Hart,
came back as a ghost until the
same bugger that delivered me
made me a real boy again, and
since then I've been stuck with
this lot.
OZ
And you've still got, you know...
SPIKE
A soul? Last time I checked, for
all the good it's done me. All it
seems to have done is make a load
of mystical bookworms go all up
in arms because I've put a
spanner in one of their
prophecies. What about you? How's
life been treating you since your
last visit back to Sunnydale?
OZ
Not too bad. I spent a long time
out on the road, got myself into
a few bands, but then I heard of
this place.
SPIKE
What kind of place?
OZ
Somewhere people like me can go.
ILLYRIA (O.S.)
(cold)
Werewolves.
Spike and Oz look up as ILLYRIA stalks down the corridor
towards them. She does not look happy.
SPIKE
Ah, Blue, just the gal. This is-
ILLYRIA
I know what it is.
OZ
'It'?
ILLYRIA
A mangy half-breed, a scavenger,
a... pet!
SPIKE
Oi! Hang about!
OZ
Uh... am I missing something?
SPIKE
Not at all, she's just being...
well, what are you being, Blue?
Besides your old obnoxious self?
Illyria gets in Oz's face, looking him up and down and
sizing him up. Oz looks pretty confused by the whole thing.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oz, this is Illyria. Former Old
One and god king of the
Primordium, now inhabiting the
body of a slightly-built Texan
girl in her twenties. How the
mighty are fallen, eh?
ILLYRIA
Spike, what is this aberration
doing here?
SPIKE
He needs our help. Care to
explain what your problem with
him is?
Illyria sneers at Oz, then with a glance at Spike spins on
her heel and marches away. Oz watches her stomp off round a
corner, just as a cleaner Wes emerges from the bathroom.
OZ
Okay, that was... odd.
WESLEY
Is everything alright?
SPIKE
Seems your girlfriend doesn't
like werewolves all that much.
OZ
(surprised)
Your girlfriend?
WESLEY
(sighs)
It's a little more complicated
than that.
OZ
So I'm guessing. This is what I
get for being out of the loop.
Spike ducks into the bathroom, and we cut down to:
4 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NEXT 4
Nina sits in the chair before Angel's desk, wringing her
hands a little as Angel paces up and down before her.
NINA
And so that's where we're headed.
It's got more bases all over the
world.
(counts off on fingers)
England, Brazil, China, a few
more round Europe and two right
here in the States. One's in New
York, the other's in Vegas, and
that's where we're heading.
ANGEL
But?
NINA
But... we've got somebody on our
trail. A hunter, a real mean son
of a gun. His name's Garrett, and
as far as I can tell he's been
hunting and killing werewolves
his whole life.
ANGEL
So, what, he's followed you to LA
and now you need my help to get
rid of him?
NINA
(beat; eyes him)
Okay, are you trying to sound
this aggressive on purpose?
ANGEL
I'm not being aggressive.
NINA
Uh, yes, you are. Look, I know
I'm probably the last person who
should be coming to you for help
after everything that happened,
but...
(sincere)
... I didn't know where else to
go.
Angel looks out through his office window, arms folded, his
features stony. Nina keeps her eyes on him.
Finally, Angel exhales and turns to face her, and Nina
brightens in anticipation.
ANGEL
Maybe you should tell me
everything you can about this
Garrett guy. I need to know what
we're up against.
NINA
Thank you.
ANGEL
No problem.
NINA
No, I mean it.
She stands, walking over to him, and Angel suddenly seems
to be finding it hard to look at her.
Nina reaches out a hand towards his cheek, but Angel
reaches up to grab her wrist, gently pushing her hand back
down.
ANGEL
Nina...
NINA
No, no, it's fine. I'm sorry.
ANGEL
We just... I mean, you and me,
we're not...
NINA
(backs off)
It's okay. I get it. Um... I'll
just go... and...
She turns and leaves the office without finishing her
sentence. Angel sighs and curses under his breath as she
exits, and we cut to:
5 INT. DEMON BAR - DAY 5
It's happy hour in this run down demon bar, the windows
tightly shuttered against the light outside as a few stray
DEMONS and VAMPIRES huddle round their drinks.
Tinny country music sounds from a small radio behind the
bar, and two demons with huge, bulky hands are doing their
best to play a game of pool.
The doors to the bar suddenly swing open, prompting a
couple of vamps to shuffle further into the shadows and
grumble loudly at the new arrival.
Everyone in the bar turns to see who's just walked in, the
background noise dropping a few levels.
It's a tall, well-built man in his thirties, with a square
jaw and a mop of straight brown hair. This is GARRETT.
GARRETT
(Southern accent)
Howdy! Is this...
He takes a piece of paper from his duster coat pocket,
checking the address.
GARRETT (cont'd)
(reads)
... Iztard's Bar and Grill?
The hefty demon behind the bar, IZTARD himself, steps
forward.
IZTARD
This is the place. Who the hell
are you?
Garrett smiles amiably as he makes his way to the bar,
every set of eyes in the room still pinned to him.
GARRETT
The name's Garrett. I'm looking
for two youngsters runnin'
through this part of town, hoped
you could help me find them.
IZTARD
Not interested.
Garrett blinks, halfway through taking a pair of
photographs out of his pocket.
GARRETT
Don't y'all want to help? I mean,
after I went to the trouble of
gettin' these here photographs
taken?
The demon next to Garrett watches him suspiciously as he
lays down two Polaroids on the counter - one of Nina, one
of Oz.
GARRETT (cont'd)
They're real good likenesses. Why
don't you take a look, see if
they ring any bells in that lumpy
ol' head of yours.
DEMON
Listen, pal, why don't you-
SNAP! Garrett's hand lashes out, grabbing the demon's wrist
and TWISTING it back, and as the demon howls in pain
Garrett draws a DAGGER, twirling it round and SKEWERING the
demon's hand to the counter!
Several of the bar patrons jump to their feet as the pinned
demon writhes in pain, but Garrett's pleasant expression
doesn't even blink as he keeps his eyes on Iztard.
GARRETT
Sorry, that guy was all yammerin'
in my ear, couldn't hear a thing!
Now, where'd you say these two
were?
VAMPIRE (O.S.)
Hey, human!
Garrett sighs theatrically and slowly turns round - several
demons and vamps have gathered behind him, clutching pool
cues, bottles and their own claws and fangs against him.
GARRETT
There a problem here, boys?
VAMPIRE
You shouldn't have come here.
GARRETT
I did hear the steak was a little
pricey, but I figured what the
heck. You don't come to LA if you
don't want to spend a little,
right?
VAMPIRE
You've got five seconds to run
for that door before we throw you
out of it - one piece at a time.
The vampire VAMPS OUT to back up his statement, but Garrett
just leans casually back against the bar.
GARRETT
Is that so?
VAMPIRE
That's so.
GARRETT
Well then, I guess y'all'd better
come on over here and toss me out
then, 'cause I ain't movin' from
this spot right here.
The vamp exchanges glances with the demons either side of
him, then with a ROAR surges forward, SPRINGING through the
air...
WHUMP! The vamp is IMPALED in mid-air, and his face drops
in shock.
Garrett has a STAKE in his hand, and he's punched it RIGHT
THROUGH the vamp's chest!
GARRETT (cont'd)
Heard this was a vampire town.
Good job I came prepared, huh?
POOF! The vampire DUSTS and the demons charge forward with
a YELL as he disintegrates.
Garrett scoops up a bar stool with his foot, SMASHING it
across two of the demons, before wrenching the pool cue
from the hands of another and SPEARING his foot to the
floor!
The demon starts to SHOUT in pain, but is silenced by a
heavy PUNCH to his jaw, keeling over backwards.
Two vamps grapple Garrett from behind, taking an arm each,
but he SHOVES one back and turns to PUNCH the other,
landing hit after hit before twisting the demon's arm round
behind his back and SLAMMING his face into the counter.
Letting the stunned demon drop, he spins round as another
vampire CHARGES at him, yelling a battle cry, but Garrett
deftly drops to one knee, grabs the vamp in mid-stride and
flips him up and over.
The vamp SMASHES into the bottles lining the back of the
bar, crashing down to the floor.
Garrett looks around, barely even breaking a sweat, and
notices that the rest of the clientele suddenly seem a lot
less confident about taking him on.
He grins as he smooths down his jacket, flattening down his
hair as he turns back to Iztard.
GARRETT (cont'd)
Okay, then. Now we're all done
with the interruptions, maybe you
can tell me what I need to know.
He pushes the two photos towards Iztard, who looks down at
them, clearly pretty shaken by Garrett's display of
fighting prowess.
GARRETT (cont'd)
My sources tell me these two
stopped by here last night for a
bite to eat, so I think we both
know that means they ain't a
hundred per cent human like me
and...
(looks round)
... well, me, so if you show me
which way they went I'll be on my
way.
Iztard picks up the photos, nodding as he studies them.
IZTARD
Yeah, yeah, they were here. Said
they were on their way to some
hotel a friend of theirs owned or
something. Didn't catch where.
GARRETT
You get a name for this friend?
IZTARD
Heard one of them say 'Angel' a
few times, but couldn't say if
that was a name or not.
Garrett takes the photos back, that friendly smile back in
place.
GARRETT
Much obliged.
He looks around at the groaning, wounded demons on the
floor and reaches into his coat for his wallet.
GARRETT (cont'd)
(tosses some notes)
This is for the damages.
Without looking back, Garrett turns and marches out through
the doors, and we cut to:
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