TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - NIGHT 1
LORNE is standing in the doorway. The same position as
before. Everyone in the room is still staring, mouths wide
open.
LORNE
I didn't catch you guys mid
apocalypse, did I? 'Cause if this
is a bad time, I can come back.
SPIKE looks over to ANGEL. Suspicion written all over his
face. He finally turns back to Lorne.
SPIKE
How did you get in here?
LORNE
Nice to see you too, Blondie Bear.
(off look)
The front door was unlocked. Your
shiny but non-functional new door
locks didn't put up much of a fight
against the...
(mock flexes)
... Green Muscle.
He waits for a laugh, but gets nothing.
LORNE (cont'd)
Which was a joke. And either I'm
losing my touch or there's trouble
o-rama in the air with Team Angel
tonight.
Spike only looks back to Angel who is stuck trying to process
all the information as KIRSTEN frowns, nudges him, and
whispers:
KIRSTEN
There's a green demon in the hotel.
Beat. Kirsten looks to Angel and then nudges him again.
KIRSTEN (cont'd)
This would be a good time for
something along the lines of
leadership, boss.
Angel looks over to Kirsten, still at a loss. Back to Lorne.
ANGEL
I...
WESLEY finally walks fully into frame and takes charge.
WESLEY
We were just in the middle of
something, as per usual. But
nothing so dramatic as an
apocalypse... Well, not yet,
anyhow. It isn't a bad time.
(beat)
Is it, Angel?
A beat. Kirsten finally elbows Angel into action.
ANGEL
No. Of course not. You just took
us by surprise, that's all. The
front door isn't usually so
unsecured and visitors have been
pretty scarce these days. Well,
with the exception of the kids.
But they've been here for a while
now and we're all starting to get
used to them. Only they're not
here right now because Wolfram and
Hart kidnapped them. But not to
hurt them. Just to keep us
distracted while Lindsey concocts
another scheme.
Everyone stares back at Angel, surprised by the outburst.
SPIKE
Which, in ponce, means... What,
pull up a chair?
Lorne mock wipes sweat from his brow.
LORNE
Whew, I've gotta tell ya', I'm a
little relieved. Somewhat reeling
from the amount of information the
old noodle's trying to process, but
relieved. I would have hated
myself if I'd brought company at a
bad time.
SPIKE
Company?
LORNE
Oh, how rude of me. I completely
forget. Ladies and gentlemen... the
company.
With that, Lorne steps out of the way to reveal:
EVE standing timidly behind him. Lorne looks at everyone's
mouths drop again, back to Eve, then back again.
LORNE (cont'd)
What, no thank you?
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 2
Angel hurries through the office and starts leafing through
his files. Spike is right behind him, slamming the door.
SPIKE
Is your last brain cell waving bye
bye? What in the hell are you
doing letting him in here after
what that... music machine thing
told us?
ANGEL
It's not like some random demon
walked through our doors seeking
asylum.
(matter of fact)
It's Lorne. Out of all the demons
in the world, do you think Wolfram
and Hart would send him?
SPIKE
You just said earlier tonight that
the perfect strategy would be to
use an old ally to do us in!
ANGEL
That's because you had me believing
in your backward theories at the
time.
SPIKE
Times haven't changed that much in
the last few hours. What if -
ANGEL
He's not an assassin, Spike.
SPIKE
Well, he sure put on one hell of an
act when he murdered your once dead
arch nemesis then, didn't he?
Angel glares back. Annoyed, but sees the point.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Look, all's I'm saying is that if
we're going to give secret decoder
rings to everyone that walks
through the door claiming they're
not a bad guy, we're going to have
to order a helluva lot more rings,
aren't we?
ANGEL
(sighing)
What are you suggesting?
SPIKE
I'm suggesting that we cover all
our bases. That's what I'm
suggesting.
Spike shakes his head.
SPIKE (cont'd)
And I would like to take the time
to say I liked things better when
you were playing Christopher Reed
in your cell. I didn't suggest. I
ordered. People jumped.
ANGEL
Noted. Now, I'm assuming that Eve
doesn't know that Lindsey's back in
town, so let's not tip her off
before we even have time to hear
Lorne out, because all we need is
to have those two back together.
Angel walks back out from behind his desk and heads out the
door.
SPIKE
Angel?!
ANGEL
We'll be cautious. That's the best
I can do right now.
SPIKE
I'll be sure to chisel that on your
gravestone!
3 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - CONTINUOUS 3
Angel ENTERS the room, handing a file to Wes. Wes looks up
at Eve, suspicious, then back at the file. Angel watches
Eve's reaction closely.
Lorne takes the headphones from his ears and speaks calmly:
LORNE
And now you think I'm the big,
spooky demon that's come to unleash
a not so fluffy campaign of evil
into the world and commit mass
genocide upon all my friends?
WESLEY
Lorne, we -
LORNE
There's only one way that I know to
respond to that.
(yelling)
Are you all insane?!? Does no one
believe in coincidence any more?
SPIKE
You show up with the boinking
partner of the man-thing we're all
trying to kill, and expect us to
chalk it up as 'coincidence'?
EVE
(raising eyebrows)
'Boinking partner of a man-thing'?
SPIKE
(quickly)
It's an expression!
Angel really watches Eve's reaction now. Hoping that Spike
didn't let the cat out of the bag.
WESLEY
As overdramatic as Spike is making
it out to be, Lorne, it would seem
that this would have to be a
magnificent coincidence.
LORNE
Actually, a 'magnificent
coincidence' would be getting
forced into contract killing by
your boss and then having to grovel
on his door step just so he'll
listen to your plan to save the
world.
KIRSTEN
Save the world?
LORNE
(politely)
I'm sorry, I don't know you, do I?
KIRSTEN
Uh, no.
LORNE
I'm Lorne. Apparently I'll be your
executioner this evening.
ANGEL
Lorne...
LORNE
No, you guys obviously don't need
my help. You've got things under a
big, floppy umbrella of sunshine,
so I'll just take my conniving
paramour and be on my way.
Lorne grabs Eve by the hand.
LORNE (cont'd)
Time to go, muffin.
They head toward the door, but:
Wes shoots a desperate look to Angel.
ANGEL
Wait, Lorne... Don't go. We can
use all the help we can get.
Especially from a friend.
Lorne stares back for a moment from face to face before
taking a deep breath.
FADE TO:
4 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - LATER 4
Spike is closing the door to Angel's office, following behind
Eve. File in his hand.
The others all take seats closely to one another to listen to
Lorne's story.
LORNE
Now that we're through playing 'pin
the apocalypse on the Pylean,' I
trust that we can get down to
business.
WESLEY
Of course. And, Lorne... Just so
you know, we're all glad to have
you back.
Lorne forces a smile.
LORNE
I can tell.
ANGEL
The welcome may not have been as
warm as it could have been, but
he's right. There's no one I would
have rather seen in my office
tonight.
LORNE
Thanks, guys. And while I usually
appreciate globs of crap for
sentiment, you might want to wait
to hear what I have to say before
you go proclaiming me king of the
Jews. And before you ask, yes, it
has to do with the chair full of
evil goodness in the other room.
Eve, not Spike.
ANGLE ON: Angel's office.
Spike is leaning back in his chair, file open. Looks like
he's interviewing Eve.
LORNE (O.S.) (cont'd)
That 'poof of Senior Partner
nothingness in girl's clothing' has
managed to put herself at the
center of our little universe...
again.
5 INT. HYPERION - ANGEL'S OFFICE 5
Spike is still flipping idly through the file, casting the
occasional scowl at Eve.
Finally he throws the file on the desk and shakes his head.
SPIKE
This doesn't bode well for you,
little girl.
EVE
Look, whatever your little file
says about me, I don't care. I
don't even want to be here.
SPIKE
Then why, pray tell, are we?
EVE
Because I was kidnapped.
SPIKE
(laughing)
By the Green Meanie?
EVE
I'm sorry. Have you ever been a
human woman?
SPIKE
(reaching for file)
Well, according to your file
here...
Before Spike can get the file, Eve reaches across the desk
and grabs it.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Hey! That's for personnel only!
You'd better...
Eve opens the file and smirks.
EVE
It's empty!
She drops it on the ground.
SPIKE
Damn it all to hell. It was a
trick, alright? Are you happy now?
EVE
So you, what, expected me to
"confess?"
SPIKE
That was the plan, yeah, but your
damn curiosity killed my cat,
didn't it? So the mystery's out of
it all, but nothing's changed.
Spill everything you know. Right
now. And I won't kill you.
EVE
Angel won't let you kill me.
SPIKE
Then I won't maim you. Just tell
me what you know!
EVE
What do you expect me to confess?
SPIKE
I don't really care, do I?
Anything. Everything. Just give us
something useful so we can bury
your damn boyfriend for a third
time, please!
EVE
My... boyfriend?
Spike stops and thinks.
SPIKE
It's an expression!
Eve's obviously not buying it.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oh, balls.
6 INT. HYPERION - FOYER - SAME 6
The others are sitting in the same places. Speechless.
WESLEY
You're positive?
LORNE
Nothing about supernatural
espionage is one-hundred percent,
but from the word in the underbelly
of the underworld, this is it.
What we've been hearing about for
the last few millennia. Has the
words 'lypse' and 'poc'
strategically placed in it.
Angel stands up and walks across the room. Stands facing the
door as he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.
ANGEL
The Wolfram and Hart end game.
I've heard so much about it over
the years that it started to sound
more like a story than reality.
LORNE
Oh, it's real. Only thing is that
it wasn't scheduled for a long
time.
WESLEY
Then what happened to change it?
LORNE
Let's just say that someone on the
inside took a little evil
initiative.
Angel finally turns back to them.
ANGEL
Lindsey.
LORNE
And bingo was his name-o.
ANGEL
Then that's what this is about. He
was keeping me out of the loop so
he could put things in motion
without any hindrance from our
camp.
LORNE
Looks like. Hey, and what's that
you were saying about kids earlier?
You didn't procreate again, did
you, because like it or not, that
never ends well.
ANGEL
No they're from a school. They
don't have anywhere to stay and -
KIRSTEN
The kids!
LORNE
Did I miss something?
ANGEL
We were coming back here to get
stocked up on weapons, but we
got... Distracted. From the
distraction that Lindsey set for
us.
KIRSTEN
I can go get them.
LORNE
Whoa, Angel... You know how much I
love whipper snappers, but there's
not going to be anything to save
them from if we don't stop this
from going down.
Kirsten glares back at Lorne.
KIRSTEN
We can't just leave them there!
They're scared and they need our
help!
ANGEL
Look, we find Lindsey, we find the
kids. We stop him and we save the
kids.
(snarky)
Does that plan suit everyone?
Kirsten gets up to leave.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Kirsten...
KIRSTEN
I can't do it, Angel. I won't sit
around and listen to plans while
the kids are still in trouble.
I'll be back when I find them.
No one else objects as she leaves the hotel. Angel watches
her go for a moment with a sigh before turning back to Lorne.
ANGEL
Lorne, are you sure you can hold up
things on your end?
LORNE
Let's hope so.
ANGEL
Then what are we waiting for? This
is huge.
WESLEY
Angel's right. When is the last
time we had such an opportunity to
be such a thorn in the side of
Wolfram and Hart, whether they're
aware of it or not?
ANGEL
About two years ago.
A moment of silence.
WESLEY
We stop this. We stop the end
game. At least in our life time.
He looks to Angel.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Or... Some of our lifetimes.
ANGEL
Are we sure Eve's up for this?
LORNE
Are you kidding? As far as she
knows...
(pointing to horns)
... these are where my halo hangs.
And as long as she thinks the
partners killed her hubby -
Before Lorne can finish, the door to Angel's office flies
open and Eve dashes toward the door. She gets a few feet
before Spike TACKLES her to the ground.
EVE
Let me go!
SPIKE
Calm down, woman!
ANGEL
Spike? What the hell's going on?
Spike pins her arms behind her. Looks back to the others.
SPIKE
We may have a bit of a problem.
EVE
Let me go! I've got to get to
Lindsey!!
Angel sighs and shakes his head at Spike.
ANGEL
Spike!
SPIKE
It slipped!
Eve finally stops resisting and looks up to the others.
EVE
Angel, is it true? Is he really
alive?
Before anyone can respond, the ground beneath their feet
starts to rumble.
LORNE
True as kittens.
The other stare on in horror.
LORNE (cont'd)
And that would be Lindsey Dearest's
handy work, if I'm not mistaken.
7 EXT. HILLS - SAME 7
LINDSEY watches as a METEOR passes strikingly close to Earth,
leaving a wake of FIRE in the air as it takes several beats
to pass.
LINDSEY
How's that for a light show?
GUNN steps out of the shadows to stand alongside him.
GUNN
And you're sure that Angel isn't
going to be able to trace this back
to you and relate it to the
partners before they can initialize
the countdown?
LINDSEY
Nah, they've got their hands full.
Trust me.
GUNN
Trusting you would take more than
just the two lifetimes.
Lindsey laughs.
LINDSEY
That's why it had to be you, Chuck.
I could have pulled anyone out of
the Wolfram and Hart vault, but
you're the only one that could have
pulled things together.
GUNN
(apathetically)
Why's that?
LINDSEY
Because you may be the only person
who hates the senior partners
almost as much as I do.
He studies him for a moment.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
But you better damn well hold up to
your end of the bargain.
Gunn doesn't flinch.
GUNN
To win a war, sacrifices have to be
made. Angel said that himself. And
he didn't have a problem with
killing Drogyn for the greater
good, did he?
LINDSEY
So you've got no problem with me
killing Angel?
GUNN
I'm not going to watch, if that's
what you mean.
He turns and walks away to his car.
GUNN (cont'd)
But I'll take one for the team if I
have to.
Lindsey smiles as we...
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
8 INT. W&H - LOBBY - MORNING 8
Wolfram and Hart employees are scurrying about the office.
Almost in a panic. LILAH stands in the middle of it all,
watching them go by with an annoyed look on her face.
A beat later and the elevator DINGS into life, opening up to
reveal Lindsey. Smiling at his surroundings as his gaze
finally meets Lilah's.
He exits the elevator and comes to stand alongside her.
She's too angry to say a word, but Lindsey doesn't seem to
have that problem.
LINDSEY
Nothing like the sweet smell of
apocalypse in the morning, is
there?
She only stares ahead. Lindsey smiles and playfully SMACKS
her on the ass. She closes her eyes and sighs, trying to
calm herself.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
Come on, buck up. You played a
good game, but you had to know that
you couldn't beat me.
He waves his hand in front of her face, but she still doesn't
flinch.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
You're not mad about the Regional
Heads meeting, are you? I mean,
it's not my fault that they're
going to have their hands full
paving the way for the Apocalypse.
She finally turns back to him. Still fuming.
LILAH
How'd you do it?
LINDSEY
I'm sure that I don't know what
you're talking about.
LILAH
The games are over. This is it.
You do know that, right? The end
of the world means the end of both
of us. So you'd rather kill us all
than to go back to your cell until
the Partners need you again?
Lindsey smiles for a moment and thinks before:
LINDSEY
Let's say I did somehow manage to
orchestrate things, which I'm going
on the record as of now and
emphatically denying that I did.
But let's just talk theory.
Theoretically, if I were going to
list my reasons for ending the
world as we know it...
He leans in closer. Almost whispering in her ear.
LINDSEY (cont'd)
... on the very top of that list
would be the simple fact that I got
to spite you in the process.
Lilah leans in even closer until they're almost touching.
LILAH
Screw the heads. I'm taking this
to the partners themselves.
LINDSEY
Good luck with that. You might
find that they're...
(looks around)
... a little busy right now.
She turns to walk away.
LILAH
We'll see.
LINDSEY
Good talking to you, Lilah!
He smiles again and happily strolls toward his office.
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