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6 EXT. LA - STREET - NEXT 6
Looking up and down the street with the sun setting in the
sky, Garrett looks like he's considering his options when a
black limousine pulls up in front of him.
The rear window rolls down, and Garrett takes a step
forward, peering into the darkness inside.
LINDSEY leans forward into view, his characteristically
smug grin firmly in place.
LINDSEY
Mr. Garrett, I presume?
GARRETT
Since my momma named me. Who
might you be?
LINDSEY
Somebody who can help you find
what you're looking for.
GARRETT
Mighty kind, but I'm looking for
a 'who,' not a 'what.'
LINDSEY
Trust me. I can help.
He pops open the limo's door, gesturing for Garrett to step
inside. He glances up and down the street again, then with
a shrug clambers into the limo.
As the door closes and the limo pulls away, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
7 INT. HYPERION - LOBBY - EARLY EVENING 7
The team are all assembled in the lobby, Kirsten sitting on
the steps with George on her knee. Sonia is the only one
absent.
ANGEL
Alright, here's what we're going
to do. Nina tells me this Garrett
guy's an expert werewolf hunter,
so we have to assume he's going
to find his way here before too
long. Before that happens, we're
going to head out and meet him
head on soon as the sun goes
down. If he's any kind of tracker
at all, he'll find his way to
either Nina or Oz, and when he
does, we'll be ready.
SPIKE
I'm already liking this plan.
ANGEL
Illyria, you're with me and Nina.
Wes, go with Spike and Oz.
WESLEY
One of us should stay here with
the children, in case, as you
said, Garrett locates the hotel.
KIRSTEN
I'll stay.
WESLEY
Somebody with a little more
combat experience.
ANGEL
Spike, is Sonia still here?
SPIKE
Locked in her room like a stroppy
teenager, but yeah, she's here.
ANGEL
Okay, see if you can get her to
go with you instead of Wes.
SPIKE
(nods)
Right.
Spike heads off towards the stairs as Angel starts towards
the weapons cabinet, Nina close behind.
NINA
Not that I want to be the one
person arguing with the plan, but
isn't this a little... direct?
ANGEL
(opens cabinet)
Did you have something else in
mind?
NINA
I don't know, maybe something
that didn't involve a bloodbath
would be a welcome change of
pace.
Angel throws her a look as he takes out one of the swords.
ANGEL
I thought you said this guy tried
to kill you three times already?
NINA
(saddened)
He did, but... look, that's not
what I mean. This guy... Angel,
we can't just kill him.
ANGEL
I know.
Nina frowns as Angel marches past her, sword in hand.
NINA
So what's with the sword?
ANGEL
We're going to put him off
following you any more.
Nina doesn't look like she follows as we cut upstairs to:
8 INT. HYPERION - CORRIDOR - NEXT 8
Spike walks up to the door to Sonia's room, reaching out a
hand and hesitating before KNOCKING.
SPIKE
Sonia? It's Spike.
(beat)
We've got a mission, luv, could
use an extra pair of hands.
He waits, but there's no reply as we cut to:
9 INT. HYPERION - SONIA'S ROOM - NEXT 9
Spike's KNOCKS echo through the darkened room as we pan
across to find SONIA curled up on her bed. The curtains are
drawn, and it doesn't look like she's moved from her spot
for some time.
SPIKE (O.S.)
(through door)
Come on, Sonia. Staying in there
all day, every day isn't going to
do you any good.
She turns her head towards the door, staring at it for a
long beat before we cut to:
10 INT. HYPERION - CORRIDOR - NEXT 10
The door suddenly opens, startling Spike. A tired-looking
Sonia steps into view, her eyes to the floor.
SPIKE
Bloody hell. You look terrible.
(beat)
Er, I mean-
SONIA
(softly)
What's going on?
SPIKE
Some old friends are back in
town, swung by the OK Corral to
ask for some backup. Seems
they've got a hunter problem. You
game?
Sonia hesitates, then nods slowly.
SONIA
I'll meet you downstairs.
SPIKE
(grins)
Attagirl. Just like-
CLICK. The door is closed in his face. Spike sighs.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Old times...
He turns and heads away as we cut to:
11 INT. LIMOUSINE - EVENING 11
Garrett looks round the plush interior as Lindsey fixes a
drink from the minibar, offering it to Garrett, who
declines.
GARRETT
Not for me. Don't touch the
stuff.
LINDSEY
Really? Big, tough hunter like
you?
GARRETT
Staying of fit keeps my head
clear, and that's how I like it
to be. Drinking just makes me
remember things I'd rather left
forgot.
Lindsey nods, putting the drink away.
GARRETT (cont'd)
So where's this 'help' you just
said you'd give me, or am I being
taken for a ride in your nice,
clean limousine just for the heck
of it?
LINDSEY
You're looking for Nina Ash and
Daniel Osbourne, correct?
GARRETT
How did you-
LINDSEY
I have sources too. And I'm
willing to offer you my resources
to help catch and kill both of
them.
GARRETT
So what's in it for you?
LINDSEY
Why does there have to be
something 'in' it for me?
GARRETT
Well, pardon me for sayin' it,
but a man like you doesn't speak
to a man like me 'less he's got a
damn good reason for it. So let's
hear it.
Lindsey reclines in his seat.
LINDSEY
The two wolves you're after are
allies to somebody we'd rather
didn't have much in the way of
allies. A big fight's coming, and
everything we can do to lessen
his ability to stand up to us is
a big plus point as far as I'm
concerned.
GARRETT
Mm-hmm. So what do I get?
LINDSEY
Anything you need.
GARRETT
Why don't y'all start by telling
me where I can find them. I'll
take care of the rest.
LINDSEY
I'll go one better than that.
Lindsey leans forward and taps on the partition leading to
the DRIVER. It rolls down, and the driver tilts his head
back towards Lindsey.
DRIVER
Where to, Mr. McDonald?
LINDSEY
Find the first target.
DRIVER
Yes, sir.
The partition whirrs back into place, and as Lindsey sits
back in his seat with a grin to Garrett, we cut to:
12 EXT. LA - STREET - EVENING 12
The sun is safely hidden behind thick clouds as the last of
the day's light shrinks back into the shadows, and we pick
up Angel, Nina and Illyria heading down the street.
ANGEL
(to Nina)
And this is where you saw him
last?
NINA
Right outside this place.
She motions to a shop next to her, closed down for the
night.
NINA (cont'd)
I'd stopped in to get a few
things, and when I left he was
standing right out here, waiting
for me.
(shivers)
Not a good day.
ILLYRIA
How did you evade him?
NINA
I ran.
(off their looks)
Seriously. I wolfed out and put
my head down. Hunter or not, he's
only as fast as a human. Once I
get a head of speed up, I'm gone.
(beat)
Okay, that totally made me sound
really arrogant, didn't it...
ANGEL
It's fine.
He walks on, and Nina glances at Illyria, who just follows
Angel. Nina waits a beat, closing her eyes, then jogs to
catch Angel back up.
NINA
Angel... do we need to talk?
ANGEL
About what?
NINA
About the fact that we're not
talking.
ANGEL
I don't follow.
She lays a hand on his arm to stop him.
NINA
I know you must have all kinds of
stuff you want to say to me, and
I'm sure-
ANGEL
Actually... I don't.
(beat)
We're out here to get this guy
off your back, and soon as that's
done you're out of my life again.
NINA
So that's what you want?
ANGEL
Don't you?
Nina glances back at Illyria, who is watching the tense
exchange between the two of them with interest.
NINA
(awkward)
I... I don't know. Maybe... maybe
not.
(beat)
Why don't we-
ANGEL
Can we do this later?
NINA
'Later.'
ANGEL
Yeah. You know.
NINA
(under her breath)
Yeah. We'll talk later.
Nina hangs back, watching Angel as he and Illyria walk on,
and we cut to:
13 EXT. LA STREET - EVENING 13
Spike, Oz and the subdued Sonia are walking down another
part of the city.
SPIKE
(making conversation)
So, Oz...
OZ
(nods)
Yeah.
SPIKE
(beat)
Right.
Sonia looks up and notices Oz is staring at her.
SONIA
What is it?
OZ
Huh?
SONIA
You were staring.
OZ
Was I?
SONIA
(tense)
Yeah, you were.
She stops, glaring angrily at Oz.
SPIKE
What's wrong?
SONIA
He was staring at me, and I want
to know why!
OZ
Seriously, I wasn't.
SONIA
Spike!
SPIKE
What?
SONIA
Say something!
SPIKE
(lost)
I...
OZ
Okay... so maybe I was staring a
little.
Sonia folds her arms, looking ready to pop.
OZ (cont'd)
It's just... well, you smell...
different.
SONIA
(blinks)
What?
OZ
You know, like, not fully human.
Or am I totally getting the wrong
vibe here?
Sonia is silent, still glaring at Oz.
OZ (cont'd)
I'm getting the wrong vibe,
aren't I?
SPIKE
It's a long story, mate. Short
version is-
SONIA
(snaps)
Short version is, I'm a freak!
That's what you're going to say,
isn't it?
SPIKE
What? No! 'Course not!
SONIA
You've all been thinking it! I've
seen the way you've all been
looking at me, like I'm some kind
of danger to everybody!
SPIKE
How could we? You've barely left
your sodding room!
SONIA
Forget it, Spike! I don't want to
hear it!
She turns and starts to stomp away from them. Oz looks
pretty bemused as Spike calls out:
SPIKE
Sonia! Wait a minute!
She doesn't answer, hurrying round a corner and out of
sight. Spike grunts in frustration, KICKING a nearby trash
can as Oz looks on.
OZ
(long beat)
So... did I say something wrong?
SPIKE
(sighs)
I'd better explain everything.
Come on.
With a last look after the departed Sonia, Spike and Oz
head on as we cut back to:
14 EXT. LA - STREET - NIGHT 14
Angel and Illyria lead the way as Nina follows behind,
looking pretty dejected with things.
She looks like she's about to say something at last, but as
she goes to speak she suddenly stops dead.
It takes Angel a few moments to notice she's stopped,
getting Illyria's attention as he turns back round.
ANGEL
What is it?
Nina slowly turns round, staring back down the street.
Thick mist from vents in the sidewalk drifts slowly across
her view.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Nina?
He's at her side, eyes narrowed as he sweeps down the
street, not noticing as Nina tenses up.
NINA
He's here...
A SHADOW appears within the mist, and Angel raises his
sword as the figure strides towards them.
Nina backs away as Garrett emerges from the mist, his
lopsided grin in place as he sizes the trip up.
GARRETT
Well, now. What do we have here?
ILLYRIA
(to Nina)
This is the man you fear? He does
not look like someone worthy of
your trepidation.
GARRETT
Now, what kind of a way is that
to talk to somebody you just met?
ANGEL
Nina, stay back. We'll take care
of this.
GARRETT
Oh, I bet you will.
Angel and Illyria step forward, but Garrett doesn't look at
all concerned as they advance on him.
Angel throws the first attack, swinging his sword towards
Garrett, but with a faint SNIKT a blade shoots out from
Garrett's sleeve, blocking Angel's sword with a CLANG!
GARRETT (cont'd)
So this is you 'taking care' of
things, is it? Good job I didn't
get time to be worried, huh?
Angel grimaces, trying to push against Garrett but finding
him a lot stronger than expected.
Illyria swings in, but Garrett deftly ducks out of the way,
getting a shoulder into Angel's chest and TOSSING him over
and onto the floor!
Off balance, Illyria is wide open as Garrett KICKS her in
the stomach, and as she staggers back he lands a PUNCH
square in her face, sending her reeling.
Angel leaps back up, VAMP FACE engaged.
ANGEL
Okay, now, I'm upset.
WHAP! He lands a solid punch to Garrett, following up with
another that gets blocked, but as he swings again Garrett's
wrist blade SLICES up and across his chest.
Angel GRUNTS in pain, and Garrett slips past him and takes
a few steps towards Nina.
GARRETT
Some heavyweight friends you've
made here, Nina! Have I got you
quakin' that much!
Nina looks terrified, backing away as Garrett advances on
her with a grin, but moments later Angel TACKLES him, the
two men hitting the deck and skidding away.
Angel is on his feet first, but despite landing another
PUNCH Garrett doesn't slow down, CHARGING into Angel with
and lifting him off his feet, SLAMMING into more trash cans
and leaving him sprawling.
Illyria steams back in, but Garrett draws something from
within his jacket and aims it at her.
It's a TASER, and before Illyria can react she's hit by two
wire-guided darts, CONVULSING a moment later as she's hit
by a massive electrical charge.
Garrett leaves Illyria writhing on the ground as he turns
back to Nina, his casual demeanour now looking a lot
meaner.
GARRETT (cont'd)
You ready to pay for what you did
yet, Nina?
NINA
(shakes head)
No... no! Please!
Angel scrabbles to his feet at last, just as Nina turns
tail and runs, and Garrett takes off after her.
ANGEL
Nina! Nina!!
He looks over to Illyria, still jerking as she's shocked by
the discarded taser, and Angel hurries over to yank the
darts away from her, sitting her up.
ILLYRIA
(woozy)
My body... it feels as though...
it is on fire...
ANGEL
Yeah, well, we'll have to worry
about that later. Come on!
He pulls her to her feet and starts to race off after Nina,
and as Illyria manages to groggily follow him, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
15 INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT 15
TITLE OVER - Four months earlier...
A peaceful-looking bedroom where two people sleep despite
the STORM rattling the windows outside. It's a husband and
wife - Garrett and his wife EVELYN.
Evelyn murmurs and shifts round, and Garrett rolls onto his
back, snoring lightly.
There's a muffled CRASH from downstairs, and Evelyn sits
up, rubbing her bleary eyes.
EVELYN
Seymour? You hear that?
GARRETT
Just the storm, honey. Go back to
sleep.
She flops back down onto her pillow, but a few moments
later there's another THUD, and this time Evelyn sits
upright.
EVELYN
Okay, that wasn't the storm.
GARRETT
(wearily)
Evie, the wind's blowin' hard
enough out there to send us all
the way to Oz and back! Now will
you go back to sleep?
EVELYN
Seymour...
A beat, and then Garrett SIGHS and reaches for the bedside
lamp, flicking it on.
In the dim light, we see there are dozens of SCARS all over
his arms and chest, but Evelyn seems used to the sight of
them.
GARRETT
There. Now look what you did.
Gone and ruined an almost
perfectly good night's sleep!
EVELYN
Stop complaining, honey.
She leans over to KISS him, and he lets out another sigh,
rubbing his eyes.
EVELYN (cont'd)
Now get your ass downstairs and
see what the heck that noise was.
I'll go check on the kids.
GARRETT
Do I get another kiss if I go and
come back?
EVELYN
(grins)
Maybe.
GARRETT
(beat)
I can live with that.
He swings his legs out of the bed, and as he stands and
steps off screen, Evelyn watches him for a beat before we
cut to:
16 INT. HOUSE - STAIRCASE/LIVING ROOM - NEXT 16
YAWNING widely as he pulls on his dressing gown, Garrett
descends the staircase into his front room.
Brief flashes of LIGHTNING illuminate the modestly
decorated room, but as Garrett lazily sweeps his eyes
around he doesn't spot anything out of the ordinary.
Plaques, photographs and trophies from hunting trips adorn
the walls, but instead of deer or other game, all the prey
appears to be huge DOGS.
He sees the source of the earlier crash - a vase has
toppled to the floor, cracked into several pieces.
He heads over, carefully scooping up the jagged chunks of
china and placing them back on a small table.
Garrett stands, looking round a little more, but as he
takes a step back towards the stairs, he hears a deep
RUMBLING sound from somewhere close by.
He slowly turns round, his features darkening, and we
follow his gaze into the next room as more lightning
flashes across the scene.
The RUMBLING is heard again, but it's clearer now - it's
something GROWLING.
Garrett stiffens, glancing towards a plaque up on the wall -
where a large SHOTGUN rests.
He reaches for the gun, silently bringing it down and
popping the barrel to make sure it's loaded.
CLICKING it back into place as quietly as he can, Garrett
creeps stealthily towards the next room.
He pushes open the doorway with a painfully loud CREAK...
... and there's a sudden blur of motion as something WHITE
springs towards him, and we SMASH CUT to:
17 EXT. LA - STREET - NIGHT 17
A breathless Nina races down the street, not daring to look
back.
She rounds a corner and accelerates away, her werewolf
physique giving her the edge in a flat out sprint as she
pulls away into the distance.
She disappears from view moments before Garrett skids to a
halt, looking left and right and trying to work out which
way she went.
Luckily for Nina, he turns and heads the other way, racing
out of frame moments before Angel and a still-woozy Illyria
stumble into view.
ANGEL
Which way did they go?
ILLYRIA
I did not see them.
ANGEL
Damn it!
ILLYRIA
Perhaps Nina will return to the
Hyperion?
ANGEL
Maybe... maybe she'll just keep
running until she runs out of
road.
Illyria presses a hand to her head, staggering a little,
but Angel hasn't noticed her yet.
ILLYRIA
Angel...
ANGEL
We need to find Spike and the
others, see if we can cover a
wider area, maybe we can-
ILLYRIA
Angel!
He turns - and Illyria wilts to the floor. She lands
heavily, her hair sprawling out around her.
ANGEL
Illyria!
He goes to her side, feeling for a pulse. She's barely
conscious, her eyelids fluttering.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Illyria, can you hear me?
ILLYRIA
(weak)
I... blurry... can't...
Angel looks back up, stuck between two choices - he needs
to find Nina, but Illyria needs urgent attention. After a
long moment of agonising, he lifts Illyria up, carrying her
in both arms as he heads back down the street.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
Where... are we going...
ANGEL
I'm getting you back to the
hotel.
ILLYRIA
But... Nina, she...
ANGEL
You let me worry about that.
Illyria's head lolls back, and as Angel urgently picks up
the speed, we cut to:
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