TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. SECOND PRIORI LAB - NIGHT 1
Angel's Mustang comes to a halt, on the other side of the
road from the factory.
We begin to ascend and take in the view from above as Angel,
Wes, and Spike EXIT the car and head toward the building.
On the other side of the building, Kate and a few dozen
agents are heading for it as well.
2 INT. SECOND PRIORI LAB - SAME 2
From the bomb in the middle of the room, we trace two cables.
Each one goes to a different side of the room and ties into
both doors!!
A moment for it to sink in before:
3 EXT. SECOND PRIORI LAB - SAME 3
AGENT JOHNSON makes it to the door first. He nods back to
the others and SWINGS the door open:
BOOM! The bomb discharges and spits FIRE out the door.
Engulfing the closest AGENTS in flame as the building begins
to crumble around them.
On the other side of the building:
SPIKE is only a few feet from the door when the explosion
THROWS it from its hinges.
The door SLAMS into Spike and knocks him back into ANGEL.
Both vampires hit the ground as the flames roll out of the
building and sends debris everywhere.
WESLEY is twenty yards back, carrying a large cache of
weapons when the force of the blast KNOCKS him from his feet.
He looks up just in time to see a large piece of masonry
heading right for him. He throws his hands up to shield his
face as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
4 EXT. SECOND PRIORI LAB - NIGHT 4
Wes looks up just in time to see a large piece of masonry
heading right for him. He throws his hands up to shield his
face. Then: Nothing.
Reluctantly, he opens his eyes to see that the incredibly
huge piece of the building is suspended above him.
He finally looks behind him to find ILLYRIA holding it up off
of the ground. She actually almost smiles as their eyes meet
and she throws the piece of building away.
SPIKE (O.S.)
That's bound to put hair on a
bloke's chest, innit?
Some twenty yards ahead, Spike is pushing himself to his feet
and kicking a piece of mortar off of Angel's legs.
BACK WITH: Wes and Illyria as she pulls him off of the
ground.
WESLEY
How did you...?
ILLYRIA
It is unimportant. We have matters
of urgency to address.
WESLEY
Starting with...
ILLYRIA
... what dissembled creature
planned this.
He nods.
WESLEY
We should check on the others.
Illyria starts to walk around the debris before:
WESLEY (cont'd)
But... This was appreciated.
Greatly.
A beat - and then she SMILES back.
Spike offers Angel his hand, which Angel shrugs off. Opting
to stay seated for the moment.
ANGEL
What the hell just happened?
SPIKE
Not rightly sure, but I'm going to
venture out on a long and fairly
sturdy limb here and say that we
were set up.
ANGEL
Why does that not surprise me?
He finally stands up.
SPIKE
Because it happens every week and
we're stupid enough to keep falling
for it?
WESLEY (O.S.)
Angel?
ANGEL
Over here.
Wes comes to stand alongside them.
WESLEY
Is everyone alright?
ANGEL
Fine.
SPIKE
Takes more than a wee blast to kill
yours truly.
WESLEY
So I'm assuming that this isn't a
freak accident...
ANGEL
I think we've learned by now that
assumptions in this business are
something of a stretch.
WESLEY
So, any idea who set us up?
ANGEL
There's always the usual suspects.
WESLEY
It's true, we haven't heard from
Lindsey in a while. This could
well be him vying for our
attention.
ANGEL
Well, he's got it. Has anyone seen
any signs of Kate or the FBI?
SPIKE
Wait, how do we know that this
wasn't your girlfriend?
ANGEL
My 'girlfriend'?
SPIKE
Yeah. Blonde, accusatory stares,
works for the government.
ANGEL
It wasn't Kate.
(beat)
And she's not my girlfriend.
SPIKE
And how the hell are you so bloody
well sure?
ANGEL
She told us not to come, remember?
SPIKE
How many FBI transmissions do you
think they let trickle down to
civilians?
WESLEY
What possible purpose would it
serve Kate to kill us?
SPIKE
Who says it's her purpose? She's
not calling the shots, is she?
Answers to a bloke by the name of
Sam, first name Uncle?
WESLEY
That's ridiculous.
ANGEL
No, he's right.
WESLEY
Angel, are you seriously
entertaining the notion -
ANGEL
I'm not entertaining anything, but
until we rule it out, Spike's got a
point.
If someone high enough up thinks
we're a threat, using an old ally
to dispose of us would be the
perfect strategy.
WESLEY
I suppose that I would have to
agree.
SPIKE
I'd think that you'd taken a knock
to head if you didn't. Look
around. Do you see any suit
wearing monkeys running about?
Because I don't.
ILLYRIA (O.S.)
That is because you will not cease
speaking long enough to inspect
your surroundings!
Illyria comes back into frame. Angel looks back to Wes.
ANGEL
What is she doing here?
(to Illyria)
What are you doing here? You're
supposed to be at the hotel with
the kids!
ILLYRIA
Circumstances required my
abandoning them for the moment.
ANGEL
What circumstances?
ILLYRIA
I knew of the trouble here.
WESLEY
How?
ILLYRIA
I was told.
WESLEY
By whom?
ILLYRIA
It is irrelevant!!
SPIKE
Did they change the meaning of the
word without my knowing?
ANGEL
While we're all really happy that
you care so much, Illyria, I think
you've got some explaining to do.
ILLYRIA
I explain myself to no one!
(sharply)
You'd be wise to remember that.
The only thing that I will explain
is that the other side of this
building is littered with viscera.
Of the men that you are so quick to
name your enemy.
Angel glances at Spike.
ANGEL
So much for your conspiracy theory.
(to Illyria)
Did you see Kate?
ILLYRIA
There were no females among them
that I could see.
Angel runs toward the other side of the building and the
others are quick to follow, except for Spike who takes one
last drag from his cigarette.
SPIKE
So much for hoping not to find a
trail of bodies tonight.
5 INT. HYPERION - WES' ROOM - SAME 5
KIRSTEN is sitting with the KIDS. They all look scared.
SUZI
Is Uncle Wes going to be okay?
She puts on her warmest smile for the kids' benefit.
KIRSTEN
Of course he is. I'm sure that
everyone is on their way home right
now.
SUZI
He didn't look fine in my head.
Kirsten walks over and kneels down before her.
KIRSTEN
You probably just had a nightmare,
sweetie.
SUZI
You can have nightmares when you're
not asleep?
KIRSTEN
Well, they're usually called day
dreams, but I don't think anyone
will mind us calling it a daymare,
just this once.
She smiles warmly and:
SUZI
It just looked so real.
She hugs the little girl.
KIRSTEN
I know. But even if he were in
some kind of danger, do you think
your Auntie Illyria would let
anything happen to him?
Suzi finally smiles.
SUZI
No.
Kirsten looks back to the others.
KIRSTEN
What about you guys? Do you really
think that anything would happen to
Wes that Illyria didn't want to?
KIDS
No.
RHIANNA
Auntie Illyria told us that if
anyone tried to hurt Uncle Wesley
that she would rip their spine out
through an orifice.
KIRSTEN
(beat)
Oh...
RHIANNA
What's an orifice?
Kirsten quickly stands up.
KIRSTEN
So, who's hungry?
As she gives a tempting nod to the children, however, a cloud
of green smoke begins seeping in through the vents.
Sonia frowns nervously.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
Kids, I think we need to...
As soon as the first fumes of the gas reaches her, she begins
SWAYING and her eyelids are heavy.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
... get... out of... here.
She tries to catch her balance, but tumbles to the floor.
The kids barely have time to start freaking out before the
gas reaches them. One by one, they each fall unconscious.
As the room fills with the gas, a W&H AGENT, wearing a gas
mask, cautiously ENTERS the room and does a quick sweep. He
pushes a button on the side of his mask and talks into the
radio:
W&H AGENT
The area's clear. Let's secure the
cargo.
Several more of his team also ENTER the room and head for the
children as we CUT TO:
6 EXT. SECOND PRIORI LAB - LATER 6
A row of unconscious FBI AGENTS are lying on the far side of
the several Black Suburbans. Most are bloody and some are
badly burned.
A beat and Spike slowly comes into frame, dragging another
Agent behind him and dumping him alongside the others. He
stops and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow as each of the
others find their way over with another body.
SPIKE
It's safe to say that this is more
than I bargained for when I signed
up to work the weekend shift.
ANGEL
You didn't have to come.
Spike just shoots him a sinister glare.
WESLEY
How many more do you think are in
there?
Everyone looks over to the building. The whole of the wall
is crumbled down, exactly where the Agents all were when the
blast went off.
ANGEL
Don't know.
SPIKE
Do you really think anyone pulled a
Wicked Witch of the East and
survived?
ILLYRIA
We have each survived against
steeper odds.
SPIKE
Yeah, but there's usually
extenuating circumstances, like
Forehead The Ugly pawning you off
to pay a debt.
Angel ignores him and looks back to Illyria.
ANGEL
Can you move that piece of the
building gently enough to not
further injure any survivors
underneath?
ILLYRIA
My name defines the word finesse.
SPIKE
Sure you don't mean insanity?
Before she has time for a quip, Wes puts his hand on her
shoulder.
WESLEY
We should be quick about this.
Lives are at stake.
ANGEL
We'll grab whatever we can find in
the Suburbans that might be useful.
First aid, tools... time machine?
Wes nods and leads Illyria to the building. Angel and Spike
hurry over to one of the Suburbans and start rummaging
through the back.
SPIKE
What are we going to do with these
buggers?
ANGEL
We'll call the police as soon as we
save everyone we can. We've just
got to be long gone before they get
here.
SPIKE
A couple dozen FBI Agents, well
done, would raise a lot of
questions.
ANGEL
More than we have time to answer.
Spike steps out from his vehicle, holding up an empty soda
can.
SPIKE
Weren't much in the way of boy
scouts, were they?
Angel walks back out to meet him.
ANGEL
Let's just -
WESLEY (O.S.)
Angel?!
Angel and Spike exchange startled looks before they both
SPRINT in Wes' direction.
7 INT. W&H - LINDSEY'S OFFICE - SAME 7
LINDSEY is sitting impatiently behind his desk. Staring at
the phone. He waits a few moments and then hits the speaker
phone.
LINDSEY
(into phone)
Heather.
SECRETARY
(filtered through phone)
Yes, Mr. McDonald?
LINDSEY
Has the operations team checked in
from their training op?
SECRETARY
Not yet, sir.
Lindsey thinks for a long beat before:
SECRETARY (cont'd)
Sir?
LINDSEY
I'm going to need you to get
someone on the line for me, then.
SECRETARY
Who would you like?
LINDSEY
Lilah Morgan.
SECRETARY
Just a moment, sir.
8 EXT. SECOND PRIORI LAB - SAME 8
Angel and Spike are hurrying toward the building.
Illyria's got the stone moved and Wes is knelt down beside
someone. As Angel gets there, he sees that it's KATE!
WESLEY
She's not breathing!
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
9 EXT. HYPERION - NIGHT 9
TITLE OVER: FIVE YEARS AGO
Angel and Kate are sitting outside the hotel. An awkward
conversation since Angel has just saved her life after an
attempted overdose hours earlier.
KATE
I feel like such an idiot.
ANGEL
A lot of that going around.
KATE
I just couldn't... My whole life
has been about being a cop. If I'm
not a part of the force, it's like
nothing I do means anything.
ANGEL
It doesn't.
KATE
Doesn't what?
ANGEL
Mean anything. In the greater
scheme, the big picture. Nothing
we do matters. There's no grand
plan, no big win.
KATE
You seem kind of chipper about
that.
ANGEL
Well, I guess I kinda worked it
out. If there's no great, glorious
end to all of this. If nothing we
do matters, then all that matters
is what we do. 'Cause that's all
there is: what we do. Now. Today.
Kate gives an understanding nod.
ANGEL (cont'd)
I've fought so long for redemption,
for a reward, finally just to be
the other guy, but I never got it.
KATE
And now you do?
ANGEL
Not all of it. All I want to do is
help. I want to help because I
don't think people should suffer.
And because they do. Because there
is no bigger meaning and the
smallest act of kindness is the
greatest thing in the world.
A long beat before:
KATE
I can see that you've had an
epiphany.
ANGEL
You know, I keep saying that, but
nobody's listening.
KATE
Well, I'm pretty much convinced,
since I'm alive to be convinced.
ANGEL
You know, you don't have to be a
cop to be -
KATE
I'm okay. Anyway, I'm not headed
towards another pillathon. I'm
very grateful. I never thought
you'd come for me, but I got cut a
huge break and I believe. I don't
know what I believe in, but I
have... Faith. That maybe we're
not alone in this.
ANGEL
Why?
KATE
Because I never invited you in.
Then it hits Angel that she's right.
ANGEL
I don't -
KATE
It's okay. You don't have the
answers today.
ANGEL
If I ever have them.
She smiles.
KATE
You will.
Angel concedes with an exasperated sigh. Kate stands up.
KATE (cont'd)
That's my cue.
ANGEL
You're leaving?
KATE
I think it's time.
ANGEL
Leaving my hotel or leaving Los
Angeles?
KATE
Both, I think.
A long beat.
ANGEL
What will you do?
KATE
I don't know. This world of
yours... It's not something you
can unsee. And once you know it's
there, I don't think that it's
something you can stop fighting.
ANGEL
Tell me about it.
It's his turn to force a smile.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Will I see you again?
KATE
I'd say so.
She turns to walk away, but stops.
KATE (cont'd)
Angel, I think I have one of the
answers that you're looking for.
ANGEL
Yeah?
KATE
(nods)
It's something that my dad told me
right after I graduated from the
Academy and it's something I think
you can learn from.
ANGEL
I'm all ears.
KATE
You can't save everyone.
She walks back over and kisses him on the forehead.
KATE (cont'd)
But I am eternally grateful that
you saved me.
Angel watches as she walks away into the night and we FADE
TO:
10 INT. KATE'S APARTMENT - LATER 10
Kate has a single bag draped over her shoulder. She stares
back into the apartment for the last time. She leaves the
apartment and as she closes the door, we...
MATCH CUT TO:
11 INT. HOSPITAL - KATE'S ROOM [PRESENT DAY] 11
We PULL BACK from the door to take in the whole of the room
and Kate, unconscious on the bed.
12 INT. HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - SAME 12
Angel is staring through the glass into her room when Wes
walks up with Illyria.
ANGEL
Did you get anything?
WESLEY
They won't release information to
anyone that isn't family.
ANGEL
Why didn't you -
WESLEY
They wanted ID.
ANGEL
Oh... But she looks like she's
doing alright, doesn't she?
Wes glances into the room.
WESLEY
Looks can be deceiving.
ANGEL
I know. I just don't feel right
leaving her here without knowing.
I mean, I know we haven't been on
the best of terms since she got
back into town, but we do have a
history with her that didn't end
badly. She'd do the same for me.
WESLEY
We could try to find her attending
physician, I suppose. Try to
intimidate the information out of
him.
SPIKE (O.S.)
Won't be necessary.
They turn to see Spike approaching with a file.
ANGEL
How did -
SPIKE
What you do think? I nicked it.
He hands it to Wes. Wes quickly studies it over.
WESLEY
Vitals seem relatively stable. Her
doctor seems optimistic, according
to his writings.
ANGEL
So what's wrong with her?
WESLEY
She's got a severe concussion and a
few burns. But it looks like she's
going to pull through it.
ANGEL
We should have taken her back to
the UTF.
WESLEY
This really isn't our jurisdiction,
Angel. Natural causes. Not to
mention that the FBI might take
notice when their lead detective
went missing.
SPIKE
Well, what's done is done, right?
Let's go see about some vengeance,
with a capital arse kicking.
ANGEL
(fuming)
Lindsey.
He and Spike start to walk away, but Wes stops them.
WESLEY
Not to play the role of pessimist
here, but what are we going to do
when we find him?
SPIKE
Did you miss the part of my speech
about vengeance and arse kicking?
WESLEY
Which is all fine in the theory,
but in reality, we've fought
Lindsey more than once since he's
been brought back and I don't think
we've left a scratch yet.
ANGEL
Then we'll just have to hit harder.
SPIKE
And with sharper weapons.
WESLEY
Getting ourselves killed isn't
going to solve -
Before he can finish his sentence, Illyria BURSTS into being
before their very eyes. The others quickly look around to
make sure no one took notice.
ANGEL
Since when did she...?
WESLEY
I don't know. Illyria -
ILLYRIA
We haven't the time. There is
something wrong with the children.
ANGEL
What?!
SPIKE
What kind of wrong?
ILLYRIA
They are no longer at the hotel.
Everyone exchanges panicked looks.
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