15 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - CONTINUOUS 15
Angel hurries and grabs Spike by the arm, turning him around.
Spike slaps his arm away.
SPIKE
What?!
ANGEL
What do you mean, 'what'? What the
hell is that on my desk?
SPIKE
Early Christmas present. Ho ho ho.
Angel grabs his arm again.
ANGEL
Spike...
Spike slaps his arm away. More violently this time.
SPIKE
What is your bloody problem?
ANGEL
You drop an unconscious kid off on
my table and ask me what's the
problem?
SPIKE
I was going to explain if you would
give me two damn seconds!
ANGEL
(looks around)
If you haven't noticed, things are
a little chaotic here, and with
your new toy on my desk we need an
explanation. Now. Why the hell
should I give you two seconds?
SPIKE
To wash her blood off of my hands,
you blowhard git!
With that, he pushes Angel away and heads upstairs. Angel
looks almost conflicted as he disappears down the upstairs
hallway.
16 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - LATER 16
Everyone is gathered around Spike as he sits on the couch in
the middle of the room, reciting the story.
SPIKE
And that's when I came upon Little
Miss Slice and Dice, playing with
the insides of some poor sap. I
knocked her unconscious.
He holds up his shirt to show the now healing stab wound.
SPIKE (cont'd)
She got better. Several rounds
later, I was able to put her lights
out for the time being. I only
hope those ropes hold her.
ANGEL
So what the hell is she?
SPIKE
I'm sorry, did I once fellate my
way to the illustrious title of
Head Boy?
(points to Wes)
Ask Watcher Former.
Wes frowns and shrugs.
WESLEY
Until I had the chance to better
observe her, I don't think any
guess that I venture is going to be
profitable.
Angel stops and thinks it over.
ANGEL
She could be a Slayer!
WESLEY
It wouldn't be the first time,
would it?
SPIKE
Already thought of that. She
doesn't seem to have a full fledged
daddy complex or anger toward
demons in general...
(holding up his hands)
... as did our former joyful
experience with Slayers of the
insane variety.
Everyone goes back to thinking before Spike interrupts.
SPIKE (cont'd)
The only thing I know is that she
smells human, seems rightly pissed
off at her own race in general, and
wants to see how peoples' insides
work. We might have to face the
fact that she's an unexplainable,
freakishly superpowered wacko of
the non-Slayer variety... Or maybe
just a big fan of 'ER'.
Angel sighs and sits down on the couch.
ANGEL
Great.
All the while, Kate is staring into Angel's office through
the glass, studying the glass.
KATE
I need to get something out of my
car.
KIRSTEN
I'm sorry. Do we look stupid?
KATE
Do you really want me to answer
that, or do you want me to be able
to tell you what's wrong with that
little girl with a simple, two
second test?
ANGEL
What's with everyone and 'two
seconds' today?
He stares back hard at Kate.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Fine.
She turns around to go out the front door, but:
ANGEL (cont'd)
Take Illyria.
Illyria's face lights up as she follows Kate out the door.
17 INT. W&H - LINDSEY'S OFFICE - SAME 17
LINDSEY is sitting at his desk, dutifully signing checks.
A beat before the speakerphone pops into action:
SECRETARY
(filtered through phone)
Mr. McDonald?
LINDSEY
Yes?
SECRETARY
Lilah Morgan's here to see you.
LINDSEY
I'm busy. Just have her killed.
I'll sign the authorization later.
LILAH (O.S.)
I heard you've got a sword.
Lindsey stops what he's doing and sighs as LILAH enters the
room.
LINDSEY
It's so hard to find good help
these days.
LILAH
So...
LINDSEY
So what?
LILAH
You're not denying it?
LINDSEY
Denying what, Lilah?
LILAH
That you have the sword.
LINDSEY
I have a lot of swords.
He finally looks up from his desk with apathy.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
I guess you could say I'm an
enthusiast.
LILAH
You could also say that you're
busted.
LINDSEY
For what? Seriously? Did you
bribe a grand jury to make a new
law for me to break without my
knowing?
LILAH
I'm glad you're playing coy with
this. Really. That makes it all
the more pleasurable.
LINDSEY
Yeah. Leave a note with my
secretary. I'll make sure that she
shreds it.
Lilah walks across the office and puts a piece of paper on
his desk.
LILAH
Then I'd miss seeing the look on
your face.
Lindsey picks up the post it note and stares blankly at it
for a few moments.
LINDSEY
Yeah, right.
He tosses it back onto his desk where we read it to say:
MEETING WITH REGIONAL HEADS. TUESDAY 7:30 A.M.
LILAH
'Fraid so, slugger. Looks like
your good luck finally ran out.
She leans across the desk.
LILAH (cont'd)
And I'm going to be there to
personally watch when the Regional
Heads confer with the Senior
Partners and they suck your ass
back into hell. Or maybe they'll
let me kill you outright. You
know, cancel your contract. Your
skull would look great on the
corner of...
She runs her fingers along Lindsey's desk.
LILAH (cont'd)
... my desk.
LINDSEY
Let's be real here, Lilah. You've
got nothing. I don't even know
what you're talking about. And
your half assed attempt at
intimidation is less than what
Angel could muster if he was trying
to convince us that he's going to
kill our puppy. Now, as I've
actually got a job, why don't you
get the hell out of my office.
Lilah smiles and turns to walk away.
LILAH
See ya' Tuesday.
LINDSEY
And stay the hell out this time!
Lindsey waits a few moments and then takes a cell phone out
of his jacket pocket. He hits a quick dial number and waits.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
(into phone)
Hey. This may be nothing, but I
need you to push up the timetable.
I'll explain later. Just make sure
that I've got the option if I need
it.
He hangs up and drops the phone on his desk. He leans back
in his chair and takes a deep breath. Almost on the verge of
seeming worried.
18 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - MINUTES LATER 18
Kate has an ostensibly medical device that she uses to prick
the skin of the Little Girl's arm and take a blood sample.
She looks at the small display screen on top. After a beat,
it BEEPS. Kate hangs and shakes her head.
ANGEL
What?
KATE
It's called Priori.
WESLEY
What's called 'Priori'?
KATE
The warehouse that you were raiding
today... It's what they were
manufacturing.
She pulls out a couple of vials from her pocket and drops
them on the table.
Wes quickly picks them up and examines them.
ANGEL
How do you know that?
KATE
Because it's the same case that
I've been working for the past few
months. And despite my best
efforts, it's trying its damndest
to become a nationwide epidemic.
ANGEL
What exactly is it?
SPIKE
Yeah, and how the hell does it
relate to Sonia?
KATE
Sonia?
ANGEL
The girl we're looking for.
KATE
You think she's taken this?
WESLEY
That's why we were at the warehouse
today. To find out.
Kate weighs it for a moment.
ANGEL
And now you believe us?
KATE
Let's just say that the motive fits
for the first time tonight.
ANGEL
So what can you tell us about it?
KATE
Only what I know. Which isn't
necessarily a lot. It's part
mystical, part medicinal.
SPIKE
Yeah, we know that much. Why don't
you skip to the part where we learn
something?
Kate glares for a moment, but let's it pass.
KATE
Whatever this stuff is, on a
typical human, it's basically a
hallucinogen. Just another street
drug. But on someone that's not
entirely human...
The others exchange a look, knowing that she's talking about
someone like Sonia.
KATE (cont'd)
... it's something else entirely.
It changes them. Almost alters
their cells on a molecular level.
On the few subjects that we've been
able to study, we've found things
that baffled our scientists. And
these are the best in the world.
The kind of guys that don't get
baffled.
ANGEL
What did they find?
KATE
These people that were affected,
beforehand, they weren't all not
human.
She stops and thinks it over.
WESLEY
Yes?
KATE
It's like they had these demonic
cells just sitting there - dormant -
for years. Maybe all their lives.
And when they get their hands on
this, it starts the biological
process.
WESLEY
So what you're saying is that maybe
all humans, or just certain humans,
have dormant demonic DNA within
themselves, and whomever is
responsible for this has found a
way to facilitate an expansion of
that?
KATE
Not necessarily. Our guys had the
same hunch, but they tested
hundreds, thousands of people.
None of which had the specified DNA
strand or even reacted in any other
way to the priori than an extremely
advanced hallucinogen.
WESLEY
(disgusted)
You administered something as
potentially harmful as this to
innocents?
KATE
I didn't. Not personally. And
besides, after all your time in the
'belly of the beast,' you're
telling me that you didn't learn
anything about the 'greater good'?
WESLEY
We...
He lets it tamper off as he exchanges defeated looks with
Angel. And then Spike, who only shrugs.
KATE
Look, the point is that something
has happened to these people along
the way and now, with the help of
this drug, they're becoming more
than human. Not only does it alter
them genetically, but it
accentuates all of their human
qualities.
SPIKE
Come again?
KATE
If they're violent as a human,
they're doubly so after this. If
they've got a fetish for... I don't
know, feet, they're probably going
to be out chopping peoples' feet
off.
KIRSTEN
That's not something I want to
think about.
WESLEY
And if someone wants to be a doctor
when they grow up...
ANGEL
They might start carving people up
to play with their insides.
SPIKE
Looks like my 'ER' theory wasn't so
wrong after all.
KATE
Also, I hate to be the bearer of
bad news, but if your friend is
somehow mixed up in all of this,
you may not want to find her.
ANGEL
What?
KATE
As far as we've been able to
ascertain, there's no coming back
from it.
The room goes quite. Spike's brow is curled up as he ponders
something heavily for a few moments before:
SPIKE
So, uh... Doc, what would happen
to someone that had the demon seed
and took some of this voodoo if
they hated demons... er, with the
small exception of vampires?
19 EXT. HIGHWAY - TWILIGHT 19
A lonely stretch of highway with the city lights shining
brightly in the background. We slowly move down a lulling
embankment and underneath a bridge where a fire is burning.
We PUSH IN to find someone kneeling down over the fire on the
opposite side.
As we move toward them, there are a number of demon carcasses
scattered across the ground between us. All mutilated beyond
recognition.
KATE (V.O.)
They'd probably keep right on
hating and fighting them, but much
more violently. Everything seems
to be related to violence.
We finally make our way right behind the woman.
SPIKE (V.O.)
And say this person were to find
out that she was becoming a demon
on top of all this...?
REVERSE ANGLE
On the other side of the fire, we see that it's Sonia.
Cutting herself with a jaggedly sharp knife. Deep cuts
across her face and arms. Staring into the distance.
After a beat: she turns her attention, almost violently,
toward us to stare right into the camera. Her eyes burn
crimson as we...
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 20
The team is in mission mode. Everyone is hurrying around and
making plans.
ANGEL
Alright. In light of recent
developments, we have to step up
our efforts to find Sonia.
SPIKE
Damn right we do.
ANGEL
Wes, you have anything in the way
of plans?
WESLEY
We haven't the slightest clue as to
where she's been, so using anything
short of the needle in the haystack
approach is very unlikely. If we
can narrow the search down, maybe
find a seemingly connected
occurrence -
KATE
I can help with that.
ILLYRIA
You will do nothing until
instructed to do so.
ANGEL
Illyria, it's alright.
He nods appreciatively at Kate.
ANGEL (cont'd)
We need all the help we can get.
Illyria marches out of the office. Wes starts to follow,
but:
ANGEL (cont'd)
Give her a minute to cool down,
Wes. Either she'll deal with it or
she'll stay here with the kids.
SPIKE
So New Girl here is going to make
some phone calls, am I correct?
KATE
That's right.
SPIKE
Until then, we should start
mobilizing the forces. Kirsten,
you want to help me get as many
weapons as we possibly fit into the
car?
KIRSTEN
I'm your girl.
SPIKE
You only wish.
She rolls her eyes and follows Spike out of the room.
ANGEL
(to Kate)
How long do you think it's going to
take to find any hits, assuming
that there are any?
KATE
With my connections, five minutes.
Ten tops.
ANGEL
Alright. Get on that. If you
don't mind, that is.
Kate smiles for the first time.
KATE
It's okay. I can take orders for
the next hour or so. But if I get
a lead on anything of mine...
ANGEL
You're honorably discharged. Got
it.
Kate starts to follow the others out of the room.
KATE
Angel?
ANGEL
Yeah?
KATE
You think it's safe to re-arm my
agents?
ANGEL
Be my guest.
She grabs a large knife hanging on the wall and EXITS the
room.
WESLEY
Angel, in all logic, what you said
holds true. We should probably
leave Illyria with the children.
If not her, then whom?
ANGEL
Yeah, you're right. I mean, even
if Sonia is freakishly strong,
surely it won't take more than
everything we're packing. You'll
fill her in?
WESLEY
Of course.
ANGEL
Let's make this quick. You heard
Kate. Ten minutes, tops.
21 INT. HYPERION - WES' ROOM - MINUTES LATER 21
Illyria is sitting in the living room section of the suite,
watching the children as they all color and talk quietly
amongst themselves for once.
Wes walks quickly in the room and stands over Illyria.
WESLEY
Illyria, we're going to need you
to...
ILLYRIA
... sit with the children.
She looks up pointedly at him.
ILLYRIA (cont'd)
(dry)
I know. I was unsure upon my
rebirth into this world, but I now
know that my sole purpose here is
minding fledgling worms.
WESLEY
We really haven't the time to argue
the semantics of your existence.
We're looking to move out within a
few moments' time.
ILLYRIA
I'm aware.
WESLEY
Good. Then we'll talk when I come
back.
He EXITS the room. Illyria doesn't flinch. Only sits in the
same position, watching the kids. After a few moments, one
of the children - SUZI, one of the telepaths looks up at
Illyria.
She smiles warmly as Illyria stares coldly back.
MATCH CUT TO:
22 INT. W&H - CONFERENCE ROOM - SAME 22
We slowly PULL BACK from Illyria's expression to find it very
small and transfixed inside a crystal ball!
A SHAMAN has his hands over the ball, working the magic.
Lindsey is standing behind him, peering in.
LINDSEY
Damn, that girl's mind is powerful,
isn't it?
SHAMAN
It isn't often that I can attain
such a clear picture through the
mind of a telepath, especially one
so young.
Lindsey stares back in disdain.
LINDSEY
That was more of a rhetorical
question.
Lindsey reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls forth his
phone, and hits quick dial.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
(into phone)
Yeah, it's me. Things are looking
great on my end. Hook, line, and
sinker. I'm just waiting on a call
and if I get confirmation, we're a
go. So how are things coming along?
(beat; grins)
Excellent.
23 INT. ANGEL'S MUSTANG - LATER 23
Angel and Spike are driving the streets. Windows rolled down
to the sniff the air.
SPIKE
I'm not getting anything yet.
Getting any funny feelings in your
pants?
ANGEL
If I had a funny feeling, I don't
think it would be in my pants.
SPIKE
Just a phrase.
ANGEL
Kate's sources said that this area
has been a hot spot for the macabre
slayings lately. It's not an eye
witness, but it's the next best
thing.
SPIKE
Right. The only problem is, what
do we do when we find her?
ANGEL
We tranq her.
SPIKE
I was thinking a little bit more
long term.
ANGEL
That's the easy part. We leave it
up to Wes and we go fight
something.
Spike forces a chuckle.
SPIKE
You realize that this is becoming a
theme with us, right?
ANGEL
What?
SPIKE
Getting our collective asses handed
to us over a woman. Wouldn't life
be just so much easier if it were
only we manly men? There'd still
be fights, be sure, but over proper
things like territory and drinking.
ANGEL
Yeah, but without 'em, it would all
be pretty much worthless.
SPIKE
I guess you're right... for once.
(beat)
We've got to save her, Angel.
ANGEL
I know.
SPIKE
I've lost too many good women in my
time and I don't aim to lose
another.
ANGEL
We'll find her.
He gives a reaffirming expression and picks up his radio.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(into radio)
Wes, you got anything?
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