Btvs Guide

2x13 - Happy Anniversary

on 25 July 2009. Posted in Btvs Guide - Angel Script

Previously on Angel:

Angel to Darla: "You're never gonna be alone again."
Door burst open, Dru walks in.
Lindsey: "How did you think this would end?"
Dru bites Darla.

Lilah: "For God's sake, help us!"
Holland: "People are gonna die."
Angel, closing the door: "I just can't seem to care."
Darla bites Holland.
Wesley: "Right now the three of us are all that are standing between you and real darkness."
Angel: "You're all fired."

Angel throws down his cigarette and flames engulf Darla and Dru.
Darla and Dru sit underneath the water spray from the fire hydrant.
Darla: "Who was that?"

Los Angeles, Hyperion Hotel, night.
Angel steps up to the glass doors leading to a balcony and looks out over the lights of the city.

Cordy takes down a box of papers from a shelf. Wesley is kneeling on the floor of their new office looking through another stack of papers. The place is a mess. There are papers strewn everywhere.
Wesley: "When they went out of business they just left these here?"
Cordy: "Yup. Also the desk. We'll share."
Wesley: "And when we go out of business we can just leave our stuff for the next guy."
Cordy: "Hey, hey, negative energy boy, with all of our money pooled together we can stay here a long time."
Wesley: "Hmm. 20 minutes."
Cordy: "At least."
Wesley: "Angel Investigations without the angel. - You think we can do it?"
Cordy: "Well, we better. I mean, what else can we do? And I still have the visions. That'll keep us busy sometimes."
Wesley: "We're gonna need a lot more than that. A steady, outside clientele."
Cordy: "It'll happen. This is our future, you know? And, personally, I think it is pretty bright. Ow! (Hits her head on a planter hanging from the ceiling) Dead plant! - *Not* symbolizing our future. Really!"
Gunn comes in: "Okay, everyone parked within ten blocks has a flyer on their windshield. We just slightly irritated almost a hundred people. (Wrinkles his nose) Does it smell funky in here to you?"
Cordy: "It'll air out. And good job with the flyers. Now we can just sit back and let the calls roll in."
Gunn trying the phone: "They better roll in through a bull horn. We've got no dial tone."
Cordy: "What?"
Wesley: "Perhaps it's the wires."
Wesley crawls under the desk while Cordy checks the phone.
Cordy: "They said it would be on by now!"
Gunn: "One desk? We're sharing?"
Wesley from under the desk: "Aha! Things are looking up. I think I found the right wire. Ah!"
All the lights go out.
Gunn: "I'm so glad I met you guys. It's entertaining. Really."

Angel lies down in his bed - and wakes up to the sounds of someone singing the star-spangled-banner. He frowns, then gets up.
Comes down the stairs into the lobby of the Hyperion, stops on the landing, crossing his arms.
The Host sees him and interrupts his song.
Host: "Hey, big fella. You're gotta be singing all the time in here, am I right? Come on, with these acoustics? (sings) 'and the rockets red glare!' - Do you hear that resonance?"
Angel: "What I hear, and maybe, hopefully, I'm still dreaming, is the star-spangled-banner being belted out by a loud green demon."
Host: "We're all brothers under the skin, mi amigo. Although the garden hue and the horns have kept me out of some key public performances. Just once I'd love to ring in a Lakers game with our national anthem. Is that so much to ask?"
Angel: "Yes! Is there a reason you're here?"
Host: "There is. What's today? Thursday? Tomorrow night - the world's going to end. I thought you might want to know."

Intro

Angel: "So the world's gonna end."
Host: "Brings you right down, doesn't it? - Don't feel the need to offer your guest a frothy cappuccino or a hot cinnamon roll."
Angel sitting down in a chair with his arms crossed: "I don't."
Host: "Man, you just get darker and darker. And the weird thing is, your aura? Beige."
Angel: "I don't have coffee."
Host runs a finger across the top of a desk: "Or a duster, buster. I don't know why you fired those three plucky kids. They were good company. Not to mention, Cordelia? Uh! Hot-o-rama! In the 'oh my sizzling loins' sense of the word, if you know what I mean. And the British boy? He's gonna be playing a *huge* - well. "
Angel: "Are you gonna get to the world ending or are you just gonna chat until it does?"
Host: "All right, all right! Although my buoyant good will falling on your deaf ears is something we'll need to look at in the future. The world ending? Huh, it's kind of a funny story. I'm at the club last night. Fairly typical Wednesday crowd. A Torto demon and his parasite were *murdering* the Everly Brothers..."

We see the scene the host is describing. There is a horned demon singing a duet of 'Bye, bye Love' with the head sticking out of his belly for a crowd of assorted demons. At one table sits a young human male, with curly brown hair and glasses. The Host is accepting a drink from the bartender.

Host: "...which is nothing compared to what Elian had done to my sea-breeze!"

We see the host take a sip and grimace.
Host to bartender: "Is this a difficult concept? Were we absent the day they taught sea-breeze in bartender school? Vodka, cranberry, *fresh* grapefruit juice. Which requires a real live grapefruit. One you must cut and squeeze, not pour from a can."

Host: "...Oh. The man is *such* a moron. You have no idea how I'm suffering since Ramone left."
Angel: "Oh, I have an idea. Can you just get to the point already?"
Host: "Yes, I can, if you'd let me get a word in edgewise, Mr. Get-to-the-point-y-pants. - So this guy I've never seen before - gets up to sing. Usually I love it. You know, they sing, I read their futures, their auras, I see into their souls..."
Angel: "So this guy..."
Host: "The thing that was remarkable about him was there was absolutely nothing remarkable about him..."

The human gets up and goes up to the mike: "This is a song that I like, because..."

Host: "...Just your average Joe about to mangle a tune and bore me with some bland vision of his bland future..."

Gene sings 'All By Myself' up on the stage, not outstanding, but not bad either.

Host: "...But when he started singing - man, he knocked me out!"
Angel: "He was good?"
Host laughs: "No, Angel-face, he knocked me *out*."

We see the host dropping to the floor in front of the bar.

Host: "...When I came to he was gone."
Angel: "He didn't wait to hear what you saw on him?"
Host: "Nope-ah."
Angel: "So what knocked you out?"
Host: "I looked into this guy and I saw - he has no future after ten o'clock tomorrow night - and neither does anybody else."
Angel gets up from his chair, arms still crossed: "Let's say I do believe you."
Host: "Oh, honey, let's say a lot more than that. We've got to find this guy. This is the big blackout we're talking about. This guy is gonna do something between now and tomorrow night. I don't know what, but it's gonna cancel *everybody's* summer plans. We got to find him and stop him."
Angel: "Why'd you come to me?"
Host: "Isn't it obvious? You're a champion. A unique force for good in a troubled world. - Also, all the other champions I know are currently out of town or - dead. Why? You don't want to work with me? - Is this because I sent you on a couple of missions that turned out to be a little..."
Angel: "Pointless and deadly?"
Host: "As for example. But I sent you on those missions in good faith. And we interrupt this broadcast to inform you: world ending? Kind of an emergency situation here. You might want to get on board."
Angel: "So why did this guy leave the club before you had a chance to tell him what you saw?"
Host: "People get scared. They come in for a reading, then they don't wanna know. Especially when the psychic faints and, uh! - a teeny bit of vomit... Lets-lets *not* dwell."
Angel: "Maybe he's just a guy who likes to sing Karaoke. Maybe he doesn't know anything about you."
Host: "That'd make more sense. - So what we should do is to start with the other local Karaoke bars, see if we can get a lead on him. That is if you're not to busy getting lawyers killed and setting girls on fire.

Outside of a college or university campus, day.
Gene is standing in front of a dry erase board contemplating some equations written on it. Two students watch him through a glass window from above.
Mike: "Someone forgot to wind time-boy."
Val: "He's thinking. Something *you* ought to try."
Mike: "Very funny. He's really not that much smarter than the rest of us."
Val: "I guess that's why *his* work on the time paradox earned Professor Orfalla a Nobel nomination and your work on carpet mold was promptly forgotten by everyone?"
Mike: "You know what you are?"
Val: "Yes. I do, Mike. And if you say it I'll put your face in liquid nitrogen."
Val gets up and knocks on the glass door leading down into Gene's lab. Gene turns around and goes up the steps to open the door for her.
Val: "Hey. What's the good word?"
Gene: "Entanglement."
Val following him down the stairs: "How's that again?"
Gene: "In Newton's world space and time are separate entities, in Einstein's their entwined."
Val: "Einstein's entwined. Can you say that ten times really fast?"
Gene staring at his equations: "So how is it that altering one particle of an entangled pair causes the other particle to be affected - without any communication between the two."
Val: "Because space and time are one."
Gene: "So how do you separate an entwined pair? You don't. You can't. In fact you probably shouldn't even try."
Val: "I never do."
Gene: "What you should do is carve out - one (writes another equation on board) instant - at a time."
Val: "Look, I like the theory of freezing time as much as the next Star Trek nerd..."
Gene: "It's not freezing time, although that is what it would look like to an outside observer. I'm talking about removing one infinitesimal space-time aggregate of from all that surrounds it."
Val: "A tiny event horizon."
Gene: "Sort of. And then growing that event into something measurable and controllable. Your dog and his favorite bone preserved forever - in his own impenetrable little bubble."
Val: "And who's gonna clean up that bubble?"
Gene: "If I could just get the math right, I should be able to prove it (walks over to some other equipment) by generating a focal point with the accelerator's beams here and passing liquid mercury - through that point."
Val: "Suspending the mercury. Snatching it out of our time-space continuum - and freezing the moment."
Gene: "Forever."
A red head enters the lab.
Val: "Denise. Thank god you're here. Your boyfriend was just coming on to me with the old Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen correlation."
Denise smiles: "That's what got me - out of physics and into theater."
Gene: "Hi, sweetie."
Denise: "Hi."
Gene: "How are you?"
Denise: "Good. You?"
Gene: "Good. So, what's new? (Denise shrugs) - I guess we're on for tomorrow night."
Denise: "Uh-huh, we are."
Gene: "Big night."
Denise: "Yeah. One year anniversary and all."
All three stand around for a moment.
Denise: "Well, we-we should, ah..."
Gene: "Oh, you guys are gonna take off?"
Denise: "Yeah."
Gene: "Okay. Well, I guess I - I'll see you tomorrow night then."
Leans in to give her a quick kiss.
Denise: "Don't work all night."
Val: "You know he will."

The Host and Angel enter a dingy bar. One of the customers is slumped asleep at a table, wrapped around a bottle. A boy is singing 'Greensleeves.'
Angel: "Nice."
Host: "Hmm, it's not that bad. Nothing a couple bottles of lysol can't cure."
They walk over to the bar.
Host watching the singer: "Interesting choice. Too bad about the cuisine art tomorrow. You know, if we stop the world from ending tomorrow the scar won't even be that noticeable. (Angel looks at him) Sorry. Occupational hazard."
Angel: "Is he here?"
Host: "Nope."
Angel drops down on a barstool and rubs his forehead.
Angel: "Seventeen Karaoke bars. You know, I need to lie down and scrub out the inside of my head."
Host: "Well, maybe we're wrong. Sniffing a cold trail."
Bartender: "We don't get your kind much."
Host: "Excuse me?"
Bartender: "Demons. We get a couple now and then but they're usually vampires passing for human."
Host: "Well, I never pass on anything, mister, especially when it comes with a little umbrella in the glass."
Angel: "You worked here long?"
Bartender: "Eleven years now. It used to be a regular bar. But then they put in one of these Karaoke machines. Thought it would bring in the customers. It drove most of them away. We got a few steadies that make up for it."
Angel: "Steadies?"
Bartender: "A lot of students. They're grad students."
Host: "Fits the descrip."
Angel: "We're looking for a guy, early twenties, medium build, maybe one of your steadies, sings sad songs like 'All By Myself.'"
Bartender: "Sounds like the kid."
Angel: "Name?"
Bartender: "I don't know his name but he comes in every few weeks. Runs with the whole broken heart songbook. First time I thought somebody died. But after a couple of weeks I figured he was just one of those manic depressants."
Host: "Hey, Goliath, you got a good picture of this grad student in your head? (Bartender shrugs) Well, how about singing a few bars of 'For He's a Jolly Good Fellow', hmm?"
Bartender looks over at Angel.
Angel: "Oh, you know, he's a demon. You better do what he says or he might - talk your ears off."
Bartender: "For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow..."
Host: "Yeah, it's him. It's our boy. Fabulous tone by the way, really nice vibrato. And you keep plugging away on that novel, F. Scott. Art is its own reward. (Aside to Angel) Got to give the people hope. (To bartender) Now this grad student, which university would that be?"

Cut to the university at night.
We scan past his desk and a picture of Gene and Denise together to find Gene still working on his equations.
Gene: "Nine to the eleventh where 'P' is invariant. X, y and z are zero and time is orthogonal to the other three axis. Given 'A' and 'A' slash zero - equals momentum and mass energy... (goes over to enter some stuff on his laptop) and the conservation of p-x, p-y... and p-z - here goes nothing."
He watches as his machine forms a field where the four emitted beams intersect. Watches the mercury droplet fall - through the field.
Turns the machine off.
Gene: "There went nothing. (Throws something small at the dry erase board) This is never gonna work."
Walks up the steps and out of his lab.
A gray skinned, pointy-eared, raccoon-eyed demon comes out from behind some barrels and speaks in some foreign language.
Demon (subtitles): "He's the one. He doesn't know it yet, but he's the one. (Walks over to the dry erase board) From nothingness the human pestilence came, into nothingness it goes."
The demon causes the crystal on top of his staff to glow red. The red glow shines on a part of Gene's equation and changes it.

Break

Cordy is setting out armfuls of candles in their dark office.
Cordy: "There. See? We'll work without the harsh glare of flourescents, or all that distracting computer information."
Gunn and Wesley are sitting next to each other behind the desk, not moving.
Gunn: "Cordelia - stop trying."
Cordy: "Really?"
Wesley: "Join us."
Cordy sits down beside Gunn with a sigh.
Wesley: "Sometimes you need to wallow. Just let the depression settle in - silently."
The door opens and Virginia walks in carrying a gift basket and a bottle of champagne.
Virginia: "Hey! Wow. This place is great. I brought champagne. You guys must be so excited (takes in their looks) in that really dry, suicidal way."
Wesley gets up and greets her with a quick kiss.
Wesley: "Sorry, sweetheart. You just caught us in a moment of... Well..."
Cordy taking the bottle of champagne from Virginia: "Reality."
Virginia: "Oh - that. I avoid that."
Gunn: "How do you avoid reality?"
Virginia: "Money. It cures everything but boredom (holds up the basket) and food cures boredom, so there you go. Imported chips and packets of cheese."
Gunn: "Thanks."
Wesley: "We'll enjoy them huddled around our pathetic candles."
Cordy: "We'll make pathetic nachos."
Cordy pops the cork and takes a sip from the bottle.
Virginia: "You guys are really down."
Gunn: "Yeah. And don't try to tell us there is no way to go but up, because the truth is - there is always more down."
Virginia: "Oh! And that was very well said by the way. But I found a case for you. A client. A rich one."
Wesley: "Really?"
Cordy: "And this isn't the first thing you say when you come in the room?"
Virginia: "Well, I got distracted by your waves of desperation. But it's true. My friend Patricia, her family, they've got like this big guy that's been harassing them, hanging around the house getting scary, and they'd be really grateful if someone got rid of him."
Gunn: "That sounds easy."
Cordy: "Uh, wait. By 'big guy' do you mean demon?"
Virginia: "Yeah. And by 'house' I mean palatial estate, and by 'grateful' I mean they'll give you big tubs of cash. Really rich family. They invented, uhm, I don't know, like - chairs, or something."
Cordy: "We'll do it! We'll do anything."
Virginia: "Oh, that's so sad. Anyway, he's a Wainakay demon, and he got the eldest son already."
Cordy: "So there's been a death? (Virginia nods) You just let these facts kind of dribble out, don't you?"
Virginia: "I'll call Patty and tell her you'll take the job."
Wesley: "Uh, sweetie, no phone."
Cordy: "Also no lights."
Gunn: "And there's a funky smell."
The three of them start to leave the office.
Virginia: "I wasn't gonna say anything."

The university, day.
Gene enters his lab, sees the equation on the board.
Gene: "Nine to the seventeenth. Where C squared and E squared are obtained by differentiating them... four velocity! Four velocity termination?"
Quickly takes off his jacket and enters the changes in his laptop. Turns to watch as the mercury drops into the field and - remains suspended within it.
Gene: "I did it. - Oh, this is a yee-ha moment. I - I definitely think this is a yee-ha moment!"
Runs out of the lab.
Gene: "Yee-ha-ha!"
Gene runs across the campus past the Reynolds Library.

Angel and the host enter the library through a door with a 'basement access' sign on it.
Angel: "Where did you learn how to drive?"
Host: "Just now in your car. Not bad for a beginner, huh?"
Angel: "What? You nearly got us killed - four times."
Host: "Someone had to drive. You weren't exactly qualified, huddled under a blanket in back, hiding from the sun. (Turns to face the shelves as a student passes them) I better stick to the shadows and think of something to say should we happen upon a comely co-ed."
Angel: "Tell her you’re the new school mascot. Wait here."
The host pulls out a book and opens it to hide most of his face behind it as he watches Angel walk up to the information desk.
A girl walks by, glancing at the host and he quickly raises the book to duck behind it completely. Comes back up to see the guy behind the desk handing Angel a stack of books.
Angel hands half the stack to the host.
Angel: "Student yearbook/faculty publications going back past five years. Lets see if we can't find your little madman bent on destroying the universe."
Host: "I like to think of him as *our* little madman. That's just me, team player, you know?"
As the host puts the book back on the shelf and turns to follow Angel, we see one of the raccoon-eyed demons standing on the other side of the stack.

Denise and the girl from the physics lab are sitting outside on a bench.
Val: "You alright girl?"
Denise: "Huh? - Yeah. Fine. I'm good. You know, I'm - not - perfect. Oh, god."
Val: "Come on, spit it out. You're among friends."
The camera pans past the banister behind the bench they're sitting on to show Gene coming up the steps behind them.
Gene hears Denise voice and slows to a stop.
Denise: "This has to stay among friends. You can't repeat this to anybody."
Val: "I won't."
Denise: "I just - I just don't think that it's gonna work out with me and Gene."
Gene freezes behind them on the steps.
Val: "Oh. And tonight is your guy's one year anniversary!"
Denise: "You think I don't know that?"
Gene just kind of sags.
Val: "Oh, honey."
Denise: "I mean, Gene's a wonderful guy."
Val: "Yeah?"
Denise: "But he's just sort of - hollow, or something. When I'm with him I feel - I feel lonely."
Val: "Maybe that's because *he* is. You know I love him, but he *is* an energy sucker."
Denise: "I have to break up with him."
Val: "Uh. Not to be a massive bitch or anything, but couldn't you figure that out *before* the big anniversary do?"
Denise: "He's got the whole thing planned. He's making me dinner at his place."
Val: "What are you gonna do? (Denise just looks down) Oh, my god. You're gonna give him the sympathy bone, aren't you? It's gonna be dinner, sympathy bone, and adios Gene. I'm totally right, aren't I?"
Denise: "Well, we've been together for a year. I can't just - walk out on him! It just wouldn't be right. Not after all we've..."
Val: "No, you're right. The post-sympathy-bone-walk-out is you're only escape hatch now."
Denise: "It was really sweet there for a while. Really sweet. But it's just - it's just not the kind of love that lasts."
Gene turns around and walks back down the steps.

The host and Angel are looking through the yearbooks at a table at the library.
Angel: "This him?"
Host: "It is not."
Angel drops his book and picks up another one.
Host: "Oh, got him. - He's a physicist - and a pretty good one according to this."
Angel grabs the book from him: "I'll find out where the lab is."

Angel shows the picture in the book to the guy behind the information desk.
Angel: "Hi. I'm just trying to get a hold of - Gene Rainy? He's a grad student in physics."
Guy: "Oh, yeah. He's our own Stephen Hawking. Ah, what do you want with him?"
Angel closes the book and shakes the guys hand.
Angel: "I'm sorry. Leonard Taubman from the Taubman Foundation. We just freed up some new grant money. I was hoping to earmark it for Gene."
Guy: "Wish I was a genius. He's got his own lab in the physics department. (Picks up a campus map) Uh, it's about a quarter of a mile from here. You just stay on this path, go past Kelton hall... (sees something behind Angel) What is that?"
Angel without turning around: "Don't worry. School mascot."
Angel drops onto the desk as one of the raccoon-eyed demons buries a strangely shaped ax in his back then turns to where the host is sitting.

Gene enters his lab and looks at a photo of him and Denise together, smiling. Turns to look at the dorps of mercury hanging suspended in the air inside the field.
Gene: "So I'll give her the kind of love that lasts."

Break

The raccoon-eyed Lubber demon is trying to free his ax from the back of a computer monitor. The host stands and watches as it and Angel fight. The host says something in demon, then picks up a book and throws it. The Lubber demon leans to the side and the book hits Angel, knocking him back onto the stairs.
Host: "Sorry."
Angel ducks another hit with the ax then kicks the Lubber over the railing of the stairs. The lubber picks up a chair, says something to Angel in demon, then throws the chair at him. Angel bats the chair aside and watches the demon run off.
Angel to host: "What did you say to it?"
Host: "I said we come in peace. I don't think he believed me."
Angel: "And what did he say to me?"
Host: "He said 'you shall not stop the golden child, the one for whom we have waited.' Lubber demons, they have a way with words."
Angel: "What's a Lubber demon?"
Host: "Fanatical sect, awaiting a messiah who will usher in the end of all human life. A lot of your demons don't yak about it in mixed company, but it is a pretty popular theology in the underworld."
Angel: "So this mad scientist has these demons worshipping and protecting him while he blows up the planet... or what? - What's he gonna do?"
Host: "Lets get to his lab pronto and find out. It's pretty clear we're dealing with a criminal mastermind."

Gene is singing 'All By Myself' while setting up his equipment in the basement of his apartment complex.

Angel and the host are entering Gene's lab where Mike is examining what is left from Gene's setup.
Angel: "Hey, we're looking for Gene Rainy?"
Mike: "So am I. Somebody took his equipment?"
Angel: "What equipment?"
Mike: "Particle accelerators, propulsion batteries... (sees the host) What's that?"
Angel: "Don't worry. It's just the new school mascot."
Mike: "For the Buccaneers?"
Host: "Not your school, silly."
Angel: "Do you know what Gene Rainy was working on?"
Mike: "Ah. Time paradox. Accelerate specific particles out of our continuum into their own excised universe."
Angel: "Come again?"
Host: "Stopping time."
Mike: "Which is impossible by the way. No one can do the math. Does anybody listen to me? No. He gets the grants I get carpet mold."
We see Gene continuing to set up his equipment, setting up the mirror panels around his bed and putting the switch onto the night stand.
Angel (voice over): "Alright. Lets say he could do it. Lets say he could stop time. How would it work?"
Mike (voice over): "Well, you know, according to his speculations you focus the accelerators on a specific point, and if you can generate the correct velocity, whatever is in that field would just be removed."
Angel (voice over): "Removed."
Mike (voice over): "From our reality."
Gene is straightening his bedspread and sets a red rose down on it.
Host (v.o.): "What happens to it?"
Mike (v.o.): "Nothing. In the absolute sense of that word. Whatever is in the field would stand still forever in its own private universe."
Host: "Say, someone, just for fun, were to crank this into overdrive."
Mike: "If the field were improperly contained it would spill out. Keep growing, stop everything (the host and Angel look at each other) - kind of wiggy, huh?"
Angel: "Who has the keys to this place?"
Mike: "Only Gene. Even the maintenance guys can only come in when he's here."
Host: "No forced entry."
Mike: "Why would Gene take his own equipment?"
Angel: "The question is *where* would Gene take his own equipment."

Gene is lighting the candles on the table set for a romantic dinner.

Angel and the host are driving down the street in Angel's convertible.
Host: "So there is another gear after that number two thingy? (Angel gives him a look) Oh, relax. I'll pay for a tune-up. Unless the world ends, then I'm off the hook."
Angel: "Well, if it saves you some money, then I guess it's a good thing."
Host: "Oh, this whole sour pussy mode of yours, it's starting to grate. You know what your problem is? - Are you listening?"
Angel: "Do I have a choice?"
Host: "Your heart isn't in it anymore."
Angel: "I don't have a pulse so technically I don't have a heart."
Host: "Technically, someone puts a stake through it you don't have anything anymore. So, Bubba, your heart counts."
Angel: "I have no idea what you're babbling about."
Host: "Yes, you do. If the world were to end tonight, would it really, in your heart of hearts, be such a terrible thing? (Angel doesn't answer) Now- now, sweetie, is that a fun place to be?"
Angel: "I think you should shut up now."
Host: " I'm the host. Have you met me? I never shut up. You pushed your friends away. You went from helping the helpless to hunting down the guilty. Blood vengeance is a luxury of the lesser beings. You're a champion, Angel. I mean - you were, at least."
Angel: "What do you want me to tell you?"
Host: "Everything. What's in your heart, why you stopped caring. You know, the whole ball of wax, so I can help you get back on your path. No need to rush, we got time. You know - not a *lot*."

Gene is setting a bowl of salad and a little wrapped jewelry box on the table, then checks his watch.

He host is singing to himself while Angel looks over at him from time to time.
Host: "La la la li, du du dum..."
Angel: "You want to know what my problem is? I'm screwed. That's my problem. I can't win. I'm trying to atone for a hundred years of unthinkable evil. News flash! I never can! Never going to be enough. Now I got Wolfram and Hart dogging me, it's too much! Two hundred highly intelligent law-school graduates working fulltime driving me crazy. Why the hell is everyone so surprised that it's working? But no, it's 'Angel, why you're so cranky?' 'Angel, you should lighten up. You should smile. You should wear a nice plaid.'"
Host: "Oh. Not this season, honey."
Angel: "Redemption. Darla had a shot at redemption. They took it from her. Now I have to hunt her down and kill her. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill her, and then I'm gonna burn that law firm to the ground. My crew - they couldn't handle that. That's good. It means that they're still human. It means their better off fired."
Host: "You kind of left them in the cold."
Angel: "It's a lot colder in here."
Host: "It's not always gonna be this way. The song changes. Unless, of course, we don't get there on time, in which case - you'll be frozen in this *crappy* mood forever. I shudder to think."
Angel looks over at the host: "We'll get there."
Host: "Look out!"
Angel looks back around to see a figure standing in the middle of the road. The car hits it and sends it flying over the car as Angel hits the brakes, bring the car to a stop.
Angel and the host get out to check on who they just hit, but when they turn the body over it turns out to have been a Lubber demon.
Angel and the host straighten up to see more Lubber demons converge on them from all sides, carrying more of their strangely shaped axes.

There is a knock on Gene's door. He checks his hair in the mirror real quick then opens it to let Denise in.
Gene: "Hi."
Denise: "Hi."
Gene: "You look, uh... - Well, happy anniversary."

Break

Gunn pulls his ax out of the back of a horned demon lying on the floor in Patty's house.
Patty's dad pats him on the back: "Good job, man. We're very grateful."
Wesley is examining one of the demon's legs.
Wesley: "Oh, yes. We found the killer (lets the leg drop) just not the murderer."
As Wesley gets up we can see the whole family sitting in on a couch and chairs in the background.
Aunt: "What's he talking about?"
Wesley: "This demon was a puppet. Acting under the control of someone else. Someone in this room."
Cordy eyes a tray of hors d'oeuvres.
Cordy: "Are these for everyone?"
Wesley: "What do we know? We know that when we arrived yesterday there was a noticeable scent of foxglove and hellebore. (Cordy is eating the hors d'oeuvres) Not to keep this demon out, as one might suspect, but rather to keep him *in* so he could carry out the murderer's clever plan. (Wesley turns to look at the father) Such a plan would require the skills of a master wizard."
Dad: "I don't do that stuff anymore."
Wesley: "Then we have the footprints in the soft soil under the widow outside the solarium - far too small and not webbed to belong to this demon."
Aunt: "But Kevin told you, those were his."
Dad: "He snuck in late last night."
Wesley: "Loudly, so we all could hear. Supposedly from seeing that shop girl in town. But we all know that Kevin is impotent, so why put on the show? (Everyone turns to look at Kevin) Perhaps to cover for the real killer - unless Kevin in fact *is* the real killer. With Derek gone, the family inheritance falls to you, the younger brother and black sheep of the family. - Unfortunately you had neither the opportunity nor the intelligence to perpetrate this crime. - Sorry about the impotent remark. - So if Kevin was to have control of the money, who would have control of Kevin?"
Cordy pointing at the empty tray: "Are there any more of these little..."
Wesley clears his throat.
Cordy: "Sorry."
Wesley: "His sister? His mother? - Both powerful forces in his life, both with their own agendas. But only one person knew the secret that would allow them to blackmail Kevin for the rest of his life. Only one person took pains to hide their muddy shoes. Only one person reeked of foxglove and hellebore. Only one person was responsible for the death of Derek Bointon - his own sweet, doting Aunt Helen!"
All the Bointons gasp.
Dad: "Helen!"
Aunt Helen jumps up from her chair and runs for the door only to have Cordy block her way.
Cordy: "Not so fast, sister."
Gunn to Wesley: "*That* was cool."
Wesley: "It wasn't that difficult. You just - have to keep sifting the evidence until the truth finally hits you."

Angel is fighting the Lubber demons fast and furious, while the host stands on the sidelines, watching as if it was a boxing match.
Two of the Lubbers decide to go for the host. The host lets out a loud high note, causing them to drop their axes and cover their ears in pain as we hear some glass shatter, then kicks one between the legs and hits the other across the chin, dropping them both, before going back to watching Angel.

Gene and Denise sit at the dinner table.
Gene: "So how was scene class?"
Denise: "Well, you know - Jack - thinks he can't play it without a goatee."
Gene: "The footstool would have a goatee?"
Denise: "Well, you know Jack. (She lifts the necklace hanging around her neck) Thank you for the, ah... It's really pretty."
Gene: "It made me think of you. (Denise looks down at the food on her plate) - Are you all done?"
Denise: "Yeah. I'm not that hungry. - It was good. It was really good."

Angel knocks down another Lubber demon.
Host: "Hurry!"
Angel runs over to his car and jumps back in the driver's seat.

Denise picks up the rose on Gene bed and smells it.
Denise: "That's sweet."
Gene: "I'm sorry about the clutter."
Denise with a smile: "It wouldn't be you without it."
She slowly takes off her blouse and lets her hair down.

Angel's car is speeding down the road.

Gene and Denise are in bed under the sheets, kissing.
Gene: "I love you."

Angel's car pulls up in front of Gene's building, and he and the host get out.
Angel: "Okay. If I had a machine to stop time, where would I put it?"
Host: "Probably were the demons can guard it."
The host points at a Lubber demon.

Gene is on top of Denise in bed. He reaches over to the nightstand and flicks the switch that turns on the machine down in the basement. A beam shoots straight up from it, bounces off a mirror in Gene's bedroom to another one. The time field begins to form above the bed and to slowly spread to cover first Gene then Denise, who freeze in place.

Down in the basement a Lubber demon is entering new control functions on Gene's laptop. The machine revs up and the field starts to grow.
The Lubber demon nods to himself, then turns as another of its kind comes crashing down through the window, followed by Angel.
The field is growing down from the top apartment. It engulfs and freezes a guy sitting down pouring himself a beer.

Angel is fighting the two Lubbers in the basement. Knocks one of them down, then smashes its head in the open door of a dryer sitting there knocking it out. The other Lubber hits Angel from behind, then hits him hard enough to send Angel flying to the top of the basement stairs. The Lubber charges up the stairs after him. Angel rolls onto his back and uses his feet to catapult the Lubber into the wall, then jumps down to the basement floor. The Lubber launches himself into the air to stop Angel before he can reach the machinery, but the time bubble spreading down through the ceiling freezes it in mid air.
Ducking low, Angel scrambles over to the machine and pulls out some wires. The bubble shrinks and the Lubber lands on the hard ground instead of on Angel. Angel picks up its dropped ax and buries it in its back.

The bubble continues to shrink, unfreezing the guy pouring his beer, unfreezing Denise and Gene and vanishes.

Angel, breathing hard, looks around the basement.

Denise is sitting on the edge of the bed with the sheet wrapped around her, her back to Gene, lying back on the bed, covered by a blanket.
Denise: "Gene, we have to talk."

Gene: "I can't believe this."
Gene is sitting at his table with Angel and the Host, fully dressed.
Gene: "Listen, I am - really, really sorry. I had no idea I was putting the whole world in jeopardy or - or there were all these demons. - Although the idea of aliens among us is consistent with Murdoch's multi-verse. I just - I just didn't want her to leave."
The host looks at Angel and motions with his head towards Gene.
Angel glances back and forth between the host and Gene, then takes a deep breath.
Angel: "Well, you know - love (lets out his breath) it's a fire."
Gene: "You been there."
Angel: "It burns you. - Alive. (Gene frowns at him) Down to the bone. And then it turns the bone to ash..."
Host: "I-I think what my chipper friend is trying to say here, Gene, is the wheel keeps turning. You can't stop it. Sometimes things get worse, sometimes they get better."
Gene: "I want the wheel to stop - which probably explains the whole time in a box disaster. I can't emphasize enough how sorry I am about that."
Host: "It just don't work, Gene-y. It's like a song. Now, I can hold a note for a long time (laughs) actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music."
Gene: "I guess. - - You guys like beer?"
Angel: "Beer sounds great."
Gene gets up: "I'm glad you guys, ah..."
Leaves the room.
Host to Angel: "You're connecting to a human. That's a start. Although I'd go easy on the bone and ash metaphors for a while."
Angel: "Well, the guy is a disaster at love, and nearly destroyed the world. I can relate. - Yeah, I guess I did kind of leave 'em in the cold."
Host: "What, your buddies? By firing them?"
Angel: "Yeah. - Yeah, I guess I made it pretty hard for 'em."

Cut to Cordy, Wes and Gunn dancing. There is music playing and their candlelit office is filled with people.
The camera changes to give us a look in through the window in the door from outside.
Cordy looks towards the window and stops dancing, pats Wes on the shoulder and walks towards the door.
A human, middle aged male is walking in through it.
Cordy: "Hi."
Wesley: "How are you?"
Man: "Uhm..."
Gunn: "You alright?"
Man: "I just - I need help. Is this Angel Investigations?"
Wesley: "Uh, yeah, you're in the right place. Ah. Sorry about the confusion."
Cordy: "We're just having a little celebration. A new beginning kind of thing."
Man: "Oh, well, maybe I should..."
Wesley: "No!"
Gunn: "No, no. You need help, you're in the right place. We can talk in back. Come on in."
Man: "Which one of you is Angel?"
The three of them exchange a glance.
Wesley: "It's just a name."

FADE TO BLACK

2x12 - Blood Money

on 25 July 2009. Posted in Btvs Guide - Angel Script

Previously on Angel:

Lindsey is about to light the Scroll of Aberjian on fire and Angel throws the scythe and cuts off Lindsey's hand before the scroll can catch on fire. (From "To Shanshu In LA")

Lilah in Holland's wine cellar: "For god's sake help us."
Holland: "People are going to die."
Angel closing the door: "I just can't seem to care."
Cut's of the pile of corpses littering the floor of the wine cellar and of Darla biting Holland. ("Reunion")
Lindsey: "Holland Manners is dead."

Angel leaning against the hood of a dirty car, smoking a cigarette.
Darla: "Angel?"
Angel throws down the cigarette butt, lighting a trail of gasoline leading to the puddle of it that Darla and Dru are standing in.
Darla and Dru scream as they catch fire. Angel picks up his bag and walks out.
Darla knocks the top off the fire hydrant with a sledgehammer and the vamp girls let the water put out their burning clothes and skin. ("Redefinition")

Wesley: "What you did..."
Cordy: "...was wrong."
Gunn: "You went to far."
Wesley: "Right now the three of us are all that's standing between you and real darkness."
Angel: "You're all fired." ("Reunion")

Cordy's apartment, night.
Close on Wesley: "You think I don't have what it takes?"
Close on Gunn, staring back: "I *know* you don't have what it takes."
Wesley: "I guess we'll just have to find out."
They straighten up slowly, never taking their eyes off each other. Gunn glances down at Wesley's right hand.
Gunn: "Go on, English, make your move - because it'll be your last."
Both Wesley and Gunn raise their right fists, blow into them, then, simultaneously, cast their dice on the table on which we see a game board set up between them. Wesley slumps in defeat.
Gunn doing a little dance: "And now I rule Europe, Australia and South America!"
Wesley: "I still got Kamchakta."
Gunn: "Three fifths of the world covered in water, the rest covered in me!"
Wesley: "Shut up."
Gunn: "Who's your ruler, baby? What's my name? Come on, English, say it: Gunn."
Cordy comes in, wearing a house robe.
Cordy: "Fun as it is having you guys over day and night, it's getting kind of late."
Wesley: "It's only seven thirty."
Cordy: "Really? Oh. In that case: get out!"
Wesley and Gunn exchange a glance.
Wesley: "What if you have a vision?"
Cordy: "I'll call you."
Gunn: "What if Angel..."
Cordy and Wesley turn to look at him.
Cordy: "I thought we weren't going to say the 'A' word."
Gunn: "Yeah, let's not say the 'A' word. Lets just spend our lives sitting around waiting for him to call."
Wesley: "We're not waiting for him to call. The man fired us. We're on our own now. Separate unit. Fighting the good fight."
Gunn: "Yeah, right! With no plan, or office, or business cards of our own."
Wesley quietly: "He's not going to call, is he? (Gunn shakes his head) Right. I tell you the first thing we're scrapping. (Holds up one of Angel Investigations Business cards) These stupid calling cards."
Cordy: "They're not stupid. I designed them. That's an Angel!"
Wesley: "The universal symbol of the one thing we don't have."
Gunn takes the card and looks at it.
Gunn: "That's a Angel? Looks like a - a lobster with a - growth or... We'll make our own logo."
Wesley: "Yes. Something sleek, but edgy."
Gunn: "Something that says: you need help, we're there."
Wesley: "Exactly. Danger is our business. (Cordy put a hand to her forehead and begins to stagger) We'll catch you when you fall."
Cordy falls downs down in throws of a vision and the guys don't even notice.
Gunn: "Uh, I like that!"
Cordy from the floor: "Guys..."
Wesley and Gunn rush over to her.
Wesley: "Easy. Breathe... breathe..."
Gunn: "What is it? What you're getting."
Cordy breathing hard: "It - it has two heads. And it breathes fire. - It's gigantic. (The guys help her up) And it's rising up in the sewers, beneath Kenyard School for Girls."
The guys rush out the door.
Cordy calls after them: "You shouldn't go alone!"

Angel is walking down a sidewalk in a residential neighborhood at night. Bumps into a blonde girl, carrying a big box coming the other way and knocks the box out of her hands, spilling clothes onto the ground.
Angel: "Oh, jeez..."
Anne: "Oh!"
Angel starts to gather up the clothes: "I'm sorry."
Anne, putting down her purse, starts to help: "No, it was me. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Angel, putting clothes back in the box, looks at her: "Fine."
Anne: "I just... I couldn't see over the box. I was rushing. I'm late for work."
Angel holds up a cloth with big bright spots on it: "You do clown work?"
Anne laughs: "No. Just some old clothes that got donated.
Angel: "East Hills Teen Center."
Anne stares at him.
Angel: "It's on the box."
Anne looks at the box: "Oh. Right."
Angel straightens, holding the box.
Angel: "You missed one."
Anne picking it up: "Thanks. (Sees her purse on the ground) Oh. Oops. Hold on. (Picks it up, then accepts the box form Angel) Okay. I think I'm good. I'm really sorry."
Angel: "No problem."
Anne: "They're for the kids. We close in a couple of hours and there is always a feeding frenzy when a new batch comes in."
Angel: "You work with runaways?"
Anne: "Some of them. Some are from around here, just don't have anywhere to go. We, um, give 'em food, clothes, somewhere to stay if they need it."
Angel: "That's good... It's good that someone's... It's - it's good to do."
Angel gives her a slight smile.
Anne: "Well, I'm late."
Angel: "Right."
Anne turns to go with a smile: "See you around."
Angel: "Uh-huh."

Angel enters his apartment. Takes a wallet out of his jacket pocket and drops it on the table - open to reveal a drivers license with a picture of the girl he just bumped into. Angel looks from the drivers license up to a collection of photographs off Anne in different places and with different people until his eyes come to rest on one of her and Lindsey.

Intro

Wesley and Gunn, each carrying an ax, creep along a sewer tunnel.
Gunn: "So it's big."
Wesley: "Big."
Gunn: "And fire breathing."
Wesley: "Breathing."
Gunn: "Big, two-headed, fire-breathing..."
Wesley: "I think we all have the picture, Gunn. It's not a teddy bear and it probably shouldn't be attending the Kenyard School for Girls."
Gunn: "You know, right about now I wouldn't mind..."
Wesley: "Don't say it! We don't have him and it's not going to do any good wishing we did!"
Gunn: "I was gonna say some dynamite."
Wesley: "Oh. - Dynamite. - Maybe it's not to late to go back and..."
There is a deep, low roar. Wesley and Gunn look at each other than inch towards the end of the tunnel and lean forward to look around it. Their eyes track upwards as their mouths slowly drop open.
They pull back and look at each other.
Wesley: "Oh god."
Gunn: "The tunnel is almost twenty feet tall. It was crouching."
Wesley swallows: "Uh, well. We'll take another look and then we'll..."
Gunn: "...die!"
The lean forward to take another look and Gunn gets ready to charge, but Wesley holds him back.
Wesley: "No, no, wait. Wait. Wait until its back is turned. - Now!"
They jump out into the main tunnel only to flinch back from a jet of flame.
Wesley waves a hand in front of his face.
Gunn: "I thought she said he *breathed* fire!"
Both of them charge out of the tunnel with a loud battle cry.

Merl gets ready to leave his lair when the door slams into his face to reveal Angel standing there.
Angel: "Evening, Merl."
Merl: "What do you want, man? I ain't inviting you in."
Angel steps over the threshold: "Demon lairs. No invitation necessary."
Merl: "Yeah, but it's polite..."
Angel: "Are you avoiding me, Merl? (Merl shakes his head once) I ask you for a favor and you're avoiding me. - *That's* impolite."
Merl: "Well, nearly drowning me and leaving me hanging in the sewer ain't exactly Emily Post either."
Angel: "Okay. So we're both rude. You know what? I can live with that. Now, do you have the information I need, or do I have to see what the inside of your head looks like?"
Merl: "Fine! (Sits down) Um, I check out the girl. She's clean. Changed her name a couple of times, but no record."
Angel: "What's her connection to Wolfram and Hart?"
Merl: "Easy. She runs a shelter over on Crenshaw. Couple of months ago, they almost lost the lease on the place. Wolfram and Hart step in and clear it all up pro bono, and there you go."
Angel: "But she's still working for them."
Merl: "Well, you know so much, what do you need me for, huh? Come to think of it, why *do* you need me? What happened to that hot chick that was working for you?"
Angel: "Pro bono. There's got to be an angle."
Merl: "There always is. But as far as I can tell - the shelter itself is strictly legit."
Angel turns to go: "Okay."
Merl: "Hey! Hey, what about my hundred bucks!"
Angel: "You know what? I'll owe you. (Looks around the place) Just make sure you use it for some new furniture. - Bean bag chairs? (Shakes his head) Merl."

East Hills Teen Shelter, night.
Girl: "What am I supposed to do? He's gonna want to come in."
Anne: "Then you tell him no! Benny knows the rules. He's not coming in here drunk. You turn him out. Don't even listen to him."
The girl leaves and Anne notices Angel standing a little ways away, holding a brown paper bag.
Anne smiling: "Hey! Guy I ran over."
Angel: "Hey. Girl who ran over me."
Anne: "You can call me Anne. It's shorter."
They shake hands.
Angel: "Angel. Um, I brought some... I don't know if they're any good."
Anne takes the bag: "That's great! Uh, we can take them over here. (They walk over to a table) Whoa. Now lets see. What have you got? (Pulls out a flowered blouse) Well, that's - not what I expected. What's the matter, it doesn't fit you anymore?"
Angel: "Cuts me across the bust. A friend - left her clothes at my place. I won't be seeing her anytime soon, so I figured..."
Anne: "Girlfriend?"
Angel: "God, no. (Anne gives him a look) Uh, I mean just..."
Anne: "Well, I really appreciate... *we* really appreciate this. Every little bit helps, you know?"
Angel: "I just wish I could do more."
Anne: "Well, if you're - not in a hurry. You up for a tour?"

Anne steps into her office: "And here is the vibrant nerve center of our massive corporation."
Angel: "Wow. It's uh..."
Anne: "Small. But I'm hardly ever in here."
Angel looks over at a cot: "You just come in for naps?"
Anne: "Oh, the bed... No, it's just sometimes I'm here so late it's just easier than going home. - So, what do you think?"
Angel: "Amazing. - You said it runs on donations?"
Anne: "Every last penny."
Angel: "Got to be tough - trying to stay ahead."
Anne: "It is. Thankfully we have a guardian angel."
Angel: "Guardian angel?"
Anne: "Wolfram and Hart. Uh, it's a law firm. They've been a godsend in the last couple of months. Bailed us out of an eviction, defended a couple of our kids."
Angel: "They sound like saints."
Anne: "As far as I'm concerned. They're the ones that came up with the idea for the big hold up."
Angel: "Hold up?"
Anne: "Charity ball. It's a fundraiser for the center. Big TV-celebrities go around and pretend to rob the guests of their donations. Wild West theme. It's gonna be big."
Angel: "And Wolfram and Hart's picking up the tab."
Anne: "They're donating everything, from the music to the food - plus they have connections to all the TV stars."
Angel: "That's not surprising."
Anne: "It's good for their image, I guess. And it's a pretty dorky theme - but hey, whatever it takes, right?"
Angel: "Right."

Merl gets ready to leave his lair and the door slams into his face, knocking him down, as a big blue demon steps in.
Merl: "Does anybody knock?"
Boone: "You Merl?"
Merl takes in his visitor: "Ah, Merl? Um... Merl who? Ah, the name's Ed, uh, Silverman?"
Boone: "You're Angel's lackey."
Merl: "No. No, I'm not... (Boone steps on Merl's hand) Ow! Independent contractor. Independent contractor!"
Boone: "And what do you do for him?"
Merl: "Ouch! Pictures! Ow! I-I take..."
Boone: "Pictures."
Boone steps off Merl's hand.
Merl inspects his hand: "Ow. Surveillance, you know? Pick up dirt. Check people out for him. Not that he appreciates it. - Who the hell are you anyway? IRS?"
Boone: "Angel and I have a history. An unfinished history."
Merl: "Yeah? That's nice. What, did you guys go to college together?"
Boone: "These people you check out. Who are they? - Friends? Enemies? - What does Angel care about?"
Merl: "I ah, I - I don't know. Last thing he had me do was follow some chick. Did charity work."
Boone: "Why?"
Merl gets up: "Well, between you and me - ain't abou the girl. It's Wolfram and Hart."
Boone: "What's a Wolfram and Hart?"
Merl: "A law firm, technically. Uh, more like, uh - Evil Incorporated. -You know lately, Angel, he's been gunning for them. Especially these two lawyers."
Boone grabs Merl by the throat, choking him: "Tell me about the lawyers."

Lilah is walking towards her car in the parking garage. Unlocks it with the remote button on her key chain and gets in. Starts the car and adjusts the rearview mirror, then turns around to back out of her parking space only to find Angel sitting in the back seat.
Jumps, and gasps with shock.
Angel: "Lilah. - I just had to drop by and congratulate you on your big promotion. Co-vice-president Special Projects. - Wow. That's super. You deserve it. Yeah. That - and *so* much more."
Lilah: "Angel..."
Angel: "But you know what the real special part is? To *think* that maybe, in my small way, I helped make it happen for you. (Smiles) That makes me feel all good inside."
Lilah tires to open her door, but Angel's hand shoots out and stops her.
Lilah: "Angel - I can assure you, now that Lindsey and I are in a - position to affect policy, things'll change."
Angel: "Change? (Lilah nods) Well, yeah! Because I get it now."
Lilah: "It?"
Angel: "The game. - It's actually kind of fun when you know the rules. I mean, when you know - that there aren't any. (Taps her shoulder with his finger) You screw with me, and you screw with me, and... you screw with me. And now - I get to screw with you."
Lilah: "Uh..."
Angel: "That's gonna be great!"
Lilah: "Angel, please..."
Angel leans in real close: "No. No. No. No. The begging - that comes later."
Lilah closes her eyes and swallows and Angel is suddenly gone.

Wolfram and Hart, day, Lindsey's office.
Lilah pacing: "He was in my car."
Lindsey sitting on his desk: "And yet here you are. Still alive. - He was just trying to spook you."
Lilah: "Yeah, well, it worked."
Lindsey: "Relax. He doesn't kill humans, at least - not with his own hands."
Lilah: "He's not playing by the old rules any more."
Intercom: "Mr. McDonald? Your ten o'clock is here."
Lindsey pushes a button: "I don't have a ten o'clock."
Intercom: "I'm not gonna tell him that."
Lindsey gets up with a sigh and goes to open the door.
Lindsey: "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm all..."
Boone walks in: "Shut the door."
Lindsey repeats quietly to himself 'Shut the door' as he shuts it.
Lindsey: "Why don't you come in, Mr..."
Boone: "Call me Boone. (To Lilah) Are you the - better half of this team?"
Lilah with a smile: "I like to think so. We run the Special Projects division. Did you have a special project?"
Boone: "More like a grudge - with a fellow named - Angel."

Break.

Boone: "I've known Angel since Juarez in the twenties. We had a little disagreement over a senorita. I called him out. We fought for three and a half hours."
Lindsey: "Obviously both of you survived."
Boone: "Well, I'd been working on a three day drunk at the time. I wasn't at my peak."
Lilah: "How did it end?"
Boone: "The sun came up - I let him go."
Lilah: "You let him go. - Why?"
Boone: "The sun came up. - Would have been too easy? - You people know anything about honor? - Anyway, life is long, when you're eternal. Always knew I'd cross his path again. And low and behold, I'm in a Karaoke bar downtown when I get wind of this lizard demon, Merl, who sometimes does favors for the vampire with a soul. I find Merl - and he tells me - that Angel's planning on bringing you two down."
Lindsey: "Did he happen to mention how?"
Boone: "Don't know. Don't care. All I do know is, when Angel come for you, he's gonna find me instead."
Lindsey: "I like it. I like it and I'll tell you why: because of the finding you instead part. How much do you charge?"
Boone: "This isn't about money. This is about knowing."
Lilah: "Knowing what?"
Boone: "Who's better. Him - or me."
Lilah: "If you're talking about killing Angel, I'm afraid we can't help you."
Lindsey: "Mr. Boone, would you excuse me and my associate for a moment, please?"
Boone: "Of course."
Lindsey: "Thank you."
Lindsey leads Lilah into another room.
Lindsey: "I'm using my discretionary fund. Bring him on board."
Lilah: "Aren't you forgetting something? The senior partners want Angel alive."
Lindsey: "So?"
Lilah: "So - what if this guy is actually as good as he says and actually kills Angel?"
Lindsey: "Boo-hoo! Let me wipe away the tears with my plastic hand!"
Lilah: "Hey, Napoleon, we are *Co* vice-presidents. This plan of yours explodes and we both end up in tiny pieces."
Lindsey: "Want Angel hitching another ride in your back seat? So to speak. Beside, if he's not gonna play by the old rules, why should we?"
Lindsey leaves Lilah standing and walks back into his main office.

Gunn and Wesley are sitting next to Cordy on her couch.
Wesley: "It's the biggest thing you've ever seen."
Gunn: "And me and English here are just getting stomped, just ducking flames."
Wesley: "It hurls me into the outflow drain..."
Gunn: "And then you come crawling back, stinking, screaming curses. The mouth on this boy!"
Wesley: "And Gunn hits him form behind, yelling 'look at us when we kill you!' and both its heads turn..."
Gunn gets up and makes a swinging motion: "Then 'shronk!' Wes buries his ax in the head number one."
Wesley: "And Gunn is running him through, pulling out intestines the size of your leg!"
Gunn high fives Wes: "We turned him inside out!"
They laugh.
Cordy: "You weren't scared?"
Wesley: "Oh, mother in heaven."
Gunn: "Pants wetting, praising the lord to save me kind of scared. All right?"
Cordy smiles: "But you did it."
Gunn: "No. We did it. (Picks up some cans and hands each of them one) All of us."
Wesley raises his drink: "All of us together."
Gunn proposing a toast: "To us."
They clink their cans together.
Wesley: "To us."
Cordy: "To us."
They drink.
Cordy: "Um, I did something. I hope you guys don't mind. - I started looking for an office, you know, for our new agency."
Wesley smiling: "Our new agency?"
Gunn clinking cans: "Our new agency."
Cordy: "There is this little place, not that far from here? It's not much, but..."
Gunn: "So why we're still here?"
Wesley: "Lets go!"
They all get up
Gunn: "Our new agency."
Wesley: "Wyndham-Price Agency."
Cordy and Gunn: "The what?"
Wesley: "You don't like it? - It's classy."
Cordy: "It's stuffy. - The Chase Agency! *That* has the right ring."
Wesley: "Why?"
Cordy: "Because it's my name."
Gunn: "Uh, Wes, Ms. Chase, alright, there is only one player here with a name that strikes dread in the demon heart."
Points at himself.
Cordy: "Gunn?"
Gunn: "Uh-huh."
Cordy: "Oh, yeah, that is so original. (Starts to dance and sing) I got a gun and my name is Gunn..."
Starts to laugh.
Wesley: "Wyndham-Price is everything you need to..."
Cordy and Gunn: "Shut up!"

Angel looks at the pictures of Anne and Lindsey then at her drivers license (Anne Steele -5632 Willoughby Ave - Los Angles CA 98881 - Sex: F - Hair: BLM - Ht: 5-88 - Wt: 118 - Rstr: none). Sighs and takes down the pictures.

Merl enters his lair carrying takeout Chinese food. He is grabbed and pushed headfirst against the wall.
Merl: "Jeez, you got to be kidding me! Swear I didn't rat on you, Angel. I said nothing to that guy! (Gets slammed against the wall again) Ow!"
Lilah: "Shut up, Merl."
The W&H flunky holding Merl pulls him around to face Lilah and lets go of him.
Merl: "Well, jeez. Does everyone know where I live? - Got to get myself a new lair."
Lilah: "Merl? Lilah. Now that we're past the pleasantries, we've heard you do favors for Angel. We'd like to know what those favors are."
Merl: "hey, I don't go selling out one of my pals. How much you're gonna pay?"
Lilah: "I think you'll find our offer (One of the flunkies hits Merl in the nose) competitive."
Merl: "Ow. I would have taken a credit card."
Lilah: "Merl."
The flunky threatens to hit Merl again.
Merl: "Okay, okay, okay. Down Fluffy! Jeez. - Last couple of days I've been following this girl."
Lilah: "What girl?"

Anne sits at her desk at the shelter writing in a book. Hears a sound and goes to investigate it.
Anne: "Hello? - Is anybody out here?"
Angel: "Anne."
Anne: "You startled me. What are you doing here?"
Angel: "I have to talk to you."
Anne: "Oh boy. You're not - stalking me, are you?"
Angel: "Actually, I am."
Anne: "Excuse me?"
Angel pulls the pictures out of a manila envelope and drops them onto the little table between them.
Angel: "These are pictures - I've taken of you. Surveillance photos. (Anne looks down at a picture of her and Lindsey) This is your wallet. I stole it when we 'accidentally' ran into each other last night. (Drops it on the table) Wasn't an accident."
Anne: "I'm calling the police."
Angel: "Wait. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just couldn't stand lying to you anymore."
Anne: "Lying about what? That you're a psycho?"
Angel: "I've been following you, that's true. But not for the reasons you think."
Anne: "There is a good reason?"
Angel: "Wolfram and Hart. They're not saints, Anne. They don't care about you or your shelter."
Anne: "You're following me because..."
Angel: "I checked it out. They'll use your charity for good publicity. Offer to throw you a big fund raiser, money starts rolling in... but wait! You're not the one counting it. So who knows how much they're keeping back right from the start. Next they'll give you a list of expenses, all very proper and necessary, but what do you know? After a certain number of miscellaneous, untraceable fees, you're left with five percent, tops."
Anne: "You follow me. Take my pictures. Steal my wallet. - What makes you think I'll believe anything you say?"
Angel: "Wolfram and Hart are not what they say they are. They show the world one face but it's not the truth. - I can prove it. Everything they say is a lie."
Anne: "Guess you have something in common, huh?"
Lindsey walks into the shelter.
Anne: "Lindsey!"
Lindsey: "Are you alright?"
Anne: "Fine. I..."
Lindsey: "He didn't hurt you, did he? (Comes to stand next to Anne) Believe me, if I'd known this man was in contact with you, I'd come sooner. (Faces Angel with a smile) I'm just thankful that I got here in time."
Angel smiles back: "Little over the top. Maybe if you worked on that look of concern."
Lindsey aside to Anne: "He's unbalanced. Very dangerous."
Angel takes a step closer to Lindsey: "You haven't seen anything yet."
Lindsey: "Neither have you."
The door opens again and Angel looks over his shoulder to see Boone.
Boone: "It's been a long time."
Lindsey to Anne: "I brought some protection."
Angel: "Boone. Working for Wolfram and Hart. I thought you had integrity."
Boone: "I do. Here's fair warning."
Boone stretches his hands down and a metal coil wraps itself around them, then jumps at Angel. Angel ducks, and hits then kicks Boone as he gets back up. Boone hits Angel in the stomach then the back dropping him to the ground, then throws him across the room.
Anne and Lindsey watch as they continue to fight.
Boone seems at least as strong and as fast as Angel and after some more fighting Angel runs out of the shelter. Lindsey intercepts Boone as he tries to follow.
Lindsey: "Wait."
Boone: "He's getting away!"
Lindsey: "That's fine as long as he's not threatening my client. (Then adds in a whisper) Soon. But not here. (Regular voice) Go out to the car. I'll meet you there. I don't think he's gonna be back tonight."
Boone stalks out and Lindsey turns to Anne.
Lindsey: "It's okay. Angel's gone. You're safe."
Anne looks from Lindsey to the door Boone just left through then back at Lindsey.

Break

Anne: "That - guy who beat up Angel, he wasn't human."
Lindsey: "No. You see, Anne, there is a different world..."
Anne: "Lindsey, I'm not naïve."
Lindsey: "Oh. Well, Angel's not human either. He's a vampire. He's a sick, deranged..."
Anne: "He says you're planning to steal most of the money from the fund raiser."
Lindsey: "Well, he's lying. - I mean, there are - expenses... You know how this works, with any charity event, especially one this big. But we don't steal."
Anne: "He says he has proof."
Lindsey after a beat: "He's lying about that, too. I mean, who're you gonna trust, Anne? You're gonna trust a mentally unstable vampire? Or you're gonna trust people that have worked night and day to put this fundraiser together for your kids? (Anne shifts but doesn't say anything) I would hate to see them lose out because you made the wrong decision."
Anne: "So he doesn't have proof."
Lindsey after a beat: "He can't have proof."

Lilah and Lindsey are walking down the sidewalk together at night.
Lilah: "He's got proof?"
Lindsey: "Maybe."
Lilah: "That's what she said. Angel's got proof."
Lindsey: "Everything is gonna be okay."
Lilah: "Sure it is. I mean, all we did was to oversee a scheme to steal two million dollars from a teen homeless shelter. How did this happen?"
Lindsey: "If he's got proof it came from you."
Lilah: "Me?!"
Lindsey: "Yeah, you. You opened your mouth to someone, and now he's got it on tape, probably."
Lilah: "No, you're the one with the sporadic professional death wish. How do I know you're not on one of your Kamikaze missions, with me as your co-pilot."
Lindsey: "Because the only person I ever talked to about it was you. Always in my office, which is swept for bugs three times a day! I never discussed stealing the money in public."
Lilah folds her arms and looks around. There are people walking by.
Lilah: "Until now. - He's got us. The bastard just got us on tape. What's he gonna do with it?"
Lindsey: "What do you think? He's gonna use it to humiliate us."
Lilah: "The news. He's gonna send it to the news, isn't he? National coverage..."
Lindsey: "No. It's not personal enough for him."
Lilah: "What? What's he..."
Lindsey: "He's got to be there."
Lilah: "What? Why?"
Lindsey: "To see us swing, that's why - with the bosses there watching. (Pulls out his cell phone) It's me. I want security at the charity ball doubled and I want you to make sure there's a vampire detector there."

Anne is sorting stuff in her office when Angel slowly walks in.
Anne: "I sort of thought you'd show up again."
Angel: "You alright?"
Anne: "I didn't have a big monster pounding my face into the floor, so I figure I'm better than you."
Angel: "What did Lindsey say about me?"
Anne continuing to fold clothes: "That you were a bad man."
Angel: "Bad man."
Anne: "A psychotic vampire who cut of his hand, harassed his firm and - is borderline schizophrenic. - I was giving you the short version."
Angel: "Do you believe that?"
Anne: "Well, I'd say for sure you're a vampire. Human being would be in the hospital, the beating you took."
Angel: "And that doesn't frighten you."
Anne: "A few years ago it would have been a big turn on. I thought vampires were the coolest."
Angel: "What happened?"
Anne: "I met one."
Angel: "You're not afraid of me."
Anne: "Well, I've seen worse things since. A fourteen-year-old girl sitting in her own blood after a rough trick and dozens of people just walking right by, so no, vampires, demons, even lawyers pretty much don't impress me. Maybe you had a good reason for cutting off Lindsey's hand. I don't care. - I care about the shelter. If an evil law firm is gonna help me raise two million dollars..."
Angel: "Of which you'll probably see only five percent of."
Anne: "Yeah, well, I did the math. Five percent of two million is a hundred thousand dollars. That's more money than this shelter could raise in two years."
Angel: "What about the other ninety five percent? You don't care where that's going, who that could be hurting?"
Anne after a beat: "I can't."
Angel: "There is blood on that money, Anne. Are you the person who can ignore that? Have you become that yet? I don't think you have."
Anne: "You don't know what it takes to run a shelter..."
Angel: "Help me. Get me into the party. (Pulls out 8mm video tape) I put this on, the world sees a whole new side of Wolfram and Hart."
Anne: "Why should I?"
Angel: "Because it's right. In the long run, it's better."
Anne: "Most of my kids don't have a long run. - No. I'm saying no."

Wolfram and Hart's Highway Robbery Ball. Holland Manners is up on a big screen, wearing a shirt, but no tie and a knit cardigan over it, sitting on a park bench.
Holland: "The world can be a dangerous place, especially for our most vulnerable citizens, our children. (Pets the collie sitting at his feet then gets up) Far away from home with little money and even less hope, too many runaways find themselves on the streets, over their heads and under societies radar."
Anne looks around then sips from the fluted glass in her hand.
Holland up on the screen comes up next to a disheveled kid sitting on another park bench.
Holland: "But there is a place, right here in Los Angeles that can help these troubled kids - the East Hills Teen Center. (Holds out a hand to the kid and helps it up) It's a terrific refuge that we at Wolfram and Hart support one hundred percent."
A bald guy wearing thick rimmed glasses walks up to Lilah.
Nathan: "Lilah."
Lilah: "Good evening, sir."
Nathan: "Things progressing nicely?"
Lilah: "Well, it's a pretty simple formula. Rich people pay to touch famous people. Cameras catch all the not quite prostitutional action. Pretty profitable and it all goes into the public consciousness as a good deed courtesy of Wolfram and Hart. It's really true - charity gives you this - warm glow, you know? (Sees Anne and beckons to her) Anne. I'd like you to meet one of my bosses at Wolfram and Hart, Nathan Reed. Mister Reed this is Anne."
Nathan shakes Anne's hand: "So this is the young woman whose dedication and hard work brings us together tonight."
Anne: "Well, I - try to help - where I can. Thank you for everything, sir."
Nathan: "I like to think of my job as underlining the 'heart' in Wolfram and Hart."
Lilah: "Remember, save some time for interviews tonight. Now, whether you like it or not, you are the public face of this charity."
Nathan: "And what a face it is."
Lilah: "Yes. Never underestimate the power of positive publicity."

Lindsey is checking with the security guys up on the second level.
Lindsey: "He stays up here. Are we forgetting anything?"
Guard: "No, sir. My men are stationed at every possible entry point everyone is in constant radio contact. (Behind them a dark robbed vampire detector looks up, showing his pale face) And if this vampire of yours gets within a hundred feet, Zorn will let us know."
Lindsey: "The moment he senses anything you alert Boone."

Holland on the screen now in suit and tie standing in front of his desk: "Can we really change the world? At Wolfram and Hart - we're counting on it."
As the applause comes up Holland's name and 1951 - 2000 are superimposed over his smiling image.
Lilah on the podium and on screen (transmitted from one of the many cameramen circulating in the crowd): "Holland Manners is gone, but I feel he's looking down on us tonight. Don't you feel it? The truth is, Holland had a vision of the future most of us can't imagine. Let's make it come true, together."
Applause.
Lilah: "Now lets get started, but not with a plea for money. No, no. No, we're not here to ask you for money, we're here to take at gunpoint. (Laughter) Please welcome our celebrity bandits, from the hit show 'Life Lessons' Serena Tate, Holden Rayne, C.J. McCard, and Jordan Johns!"
Applause as the celebrity bandits rush into the crowd, wielding guns and carpet bags to collect the donations.
A cowboy, with a scantily clad saloon girl with a carpetbag beside him, puts his gun against the chest of a guy in a tux.
Cowboy: "Hellooo, that's some pretty nice duds there, fello'. What you say we see some of that cash you got stowed in them silk pockets?"
Jenkins: "Hey, hey, cowboy, don't hurt me now!"
Smiles at his date as he pulls out a brown envelope with "Highway Robbery Ball - Donor: Mr. And Mrs. Jenkins - Gift amount: $ 25,000 cash" written on it and drops it into the bag.
Jenkins: "My daughter from my first marriage, she is a huge fan of your show."
Cowboy: "Yeee-haw."
A security guard strolls through the crowd listening to others report that everything is clear in their area.
A Blonde is undoing her necklace while talking to one of the stars.
Woman: "Serena, I have to know, this thing with making your character gay, (Drops the necklace into her husbands fundraiser envelope) is that like all about ratings? Because I don't get it."
The stars drop the full bags off at a table were some W&H employees are taking out the envelopes while Lindsey and Lilah watch.
Guard to Lindsey: "No sign of your friend yet."

The camera pans up to the robed and hooded vampire detector. He pulls back his hood to reveal that it's Angel. Angel takes off the robe and turns to find himself face to face with Boone.
Boone: "Angel. I was afraid you weren't going to show. You *are* ready to finish this."

Break

The employees at the table are putting the cash they removed from the envelopes into one bag.
Lilah: "Once again I'd like to thank our wonderful stars from 'Life Lessons' for giving so generously of their time."
Applause sounds as the stars smile and wave.
Cowboy to Serena: "I'm going to kill my agent."
Lilah: "And to you, our benefactors, let me just say that we really *can* change the world. With your support we can make it a safer place for all our children."
Applause, which gives way to talk as everyone's attention is drawn to Angel and Boone fighting on the open upper level.
Screams ring out, as Boone and Angel topple over the low wall and land a little ways beside the table with the money.
Cowboy to Serena: "What, they're doing stunts now? (Looks at his watch) It's gonna take forever!"
Angel and Boone continue their fight where they landed and Boone sends Angel sliding over the table with the cash, knocking some of it off.
Serena looking at Boone: "I'm not buying the makeup."
Two guards grab a hold of Angel as he gets back up and Lindsey starts to pat him down.
Lindsey: "Did you really think we weren't gonna be ready for you? Where is the tape? (Can't feel it in any of Angel's pockets) Where is it? Where is the tape."
Boone pats Lindsey's arm as he comes to stand next to Angel: "He doesn't have it. (To Angel) Are you okay? I tried to cushion the fall."
Angel shrugs his jacket straight: "I'll be fine."
Lindsey: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Angel to Boone: "Thanks for getting me in. (To Lindsey) This place is like a fortress."
Lilah: "What's going on?"
Lindsey: "They're in it together."
Angel: "Me, I'm just here for the show."
Angel turns to look at the screen.
Lilah: "The tape. The tape. She's got the tape."

Anne is walking towards the video equipment, pulling a 8mm video tape out of her purse.

Lindsey and Lilah start to push their way through the crowd, for all to see up on the big screen thanks to a diligent cameraman capturing all the action.
Lilah: "Excuse me!"
Anne inserts the tape and we see a pair of black shoes walking up on the big screen and hear Wesley's voice.
Wesley: "How do you turn this thing on?"
Lindsey and Lilah stop dead, watching the screen.
Cordy as the picture jerks like crazy: "Just give it to me!"
Wesley: "Ah, it's not a toy! It's an expensive piece of equipment. It's for gathering evidence."
The camera now show Cordy's beige boots.
Cordy: "Let go."
Wesley: "You're just gonna play with it, aren't you?"
Lindsey and Lilah exchange a look.
Cordy talking to a coat rack: "I gave you two children, Bill, and you leave me for a man? No! Don't speak! Don't say anything! What is there to say? You said it all..."
Serena to Cowboy: "Interesting choice."
Cowboy: "I sort of believe the coat rack more."
Cordy slaps the coat rack, knocking it over.
Cordy, drinking a tall glass of milk: "Hmm, milk."
Lindsey and Lilah exchange another look, while Anne's eyes remain riveted to the screen. Nathan Reed makes a face.
Cordy says 'hmm, milk' in different ways, trying to convey different emotions.
Then: "I don't get it. How am I not working?"
Screen goes to snow for a moment.
Lilah: "What's happening?"
Now it's Wesley dancing up on the big screen, snapping his fingers.
Angel comes to stand next to Anne: "Looks to me like you two were acting like a couple of crazy people - on camera, too. - Ouch."
Wesley into the camera: "Price. Wesley Wyndham-Price."
Serena: "Isn't that the guy that's dating Virginia Bryce?"
Cowboy scoffs.
The crowd starts to laugh as Wesley launches into a striptease dance.
Nathan looks over at Lindsey and Lilah, not laughing.
Lindsey: "You don't have us on tape, do you?"
Angel smiling: "I got nothing. Do you know how hard it is to secretly record someone as paranoid as you two?"
Lindsey: "This whole thing was a setup."
Lilah: "You hired Boone."
On screen, Wesley apparently hears someone coming into the office and jumps towards the camera, putting his hand over the lens as he drops down with it.
Angel: "No. You did. For a whole lot of money, too."
Lindsey turns to look towards the tables: "The money."
He and Lilah run back through the crowd, pushing people aside and yelling 'look out' and 'move,' running past Nathan Reed, to find the employees knocked unconscious and the money gone.
Lindsey: "Damn!"
Nathan: "What happened?"
Lilah: "He stole the money."
Nathan: "Who?"
Lindsey: "The cowboy."

Angel is walking out of the hotel when Anne comes up behind him, puts a hand on his arm to turn him around then slaps him full in the face.
Anne: "How dare you? I risked everything in there. I risked my kids. You never even planned to expose the scheme."
Angel: "They would have covered it up. I just wanted to shake them up a bit. - It's not much, but it's a start."
Anne: "And the money?"
Angel: "The money was tainted."
Anne: "I don't even care about..."
Angel: "Yes, you do. That's the difference between us. - You still care."
After looking at her a moment longer, Angel turns as walks off.

Wolfram and Hart, night, Lindsey's office.
Nathan: "You embarrassed us all. - You allowed two million dollars earmarked for this firm to be lost. And worst of all, you violated company policy to hire an assassin to kill Angel. An assassin who was in fact, in league with Angel."
Lilah: "I'm very sorry, sir."
Nathan: "Sorry isn't acceptable. - Holland Manners was a brilliant lawyer - had a tremendous mind - but I think he had a soft spot for the two of you, which I believe clouded his judgement. - I won't make that mistake."
Lilah: "Understood."
Nathan: "My advice to both of you, start piling up wins. Fast."
Lilah: "Yes, sir."
Lindsey: "How-how do you expect us to - succeed when you handcuff us with these idiotic rules protecting Angel?"
Lilah casually edges a couple of steps away from Lindsey.
Nathan: "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
Lindsey: "Angel is an obstacle to everything that we do. Give me one good reason why we can't just kill him!"
Nathan steps up close to Lindsey: "Because Angel - is a major player."
Lilah: "In business?"
Nathan: "In the apocalypse."
Lilah: "Oh. That."
Nathan: "The prophecies all agree that when the final battle is waged, he plays a key role."
Lindsey: "Good for him."
Nathan: "Which side he's on is the gray area, and we're gonna continue making it as gray as possible."
Lilah: "Works for me."
Nathan: "Until then - his growing obsession with the two of you, the increasing possibility that to scratch that itch, he'll go so far as to kill you... - Well, that could actually play in the firm's favor. (Lilah stares at him wiht a frown) It would be a sign that Angel is on the path to joining our team. And as hard as it is to lose good attorneys, well the truth is - you are both expendable. (Smiles at them - then turns dead serious) Angel - isn't."

Angel is looking at a picture of Anne and Lindsey back in his office at the Hyperion, then drops it into the trashcan on his way into the lobby. He walks up the steps to his apartment, but stops on the first landing.
Angel without turning around: "I thought you'd be halfway to Brazil by now."
Angel turns and we see Boone standing on the landing in front of the entrance.
Boone: "No, you didn't."
Angel: "No, I didn't."
Boone lifts up the carpetbag in his hand and throws it down into the lobby. Money and jewelry spill out.
Angel: "How much did it come to?"
Boone: "With jewelry? North of two and a half million, I'd say."
Angel: "That's a lot to lay on the line."
Boone: "Yeah. But I got to know."
Boone stretches his hands down and the steel coils wrap around his hands. We get a close up of Boone's hand. A close up on Angel's eyes, one on Boone's eyes. Then the two launch at each other across the lobby.
Smash cut to the bag with the money dropping on Anne's desk.
Angel: "All of it. Little bit more than five percent."
Anne reaches in and takes out some of the bundles of money.
We see that Angel's face is badly bruised and he has a split lip.
Angel turning to go: "Wolfram and Hart find out that you have that money..."
Anne: "I can find a way to hide it. (She fingers the money than looks at the dark liquid coming off onto her fingers) What's this?"
Angel: "Blood."
Anne looks at him, looks down, hesitates for a moment, then: "It'll wash."
Goes back to removing the money form the bag.

FADE TO BLACK

2x11 - Redefinition

on 25 July 2009. Posted in Btvs Guide - Angel Script

Previously on Angel:

Host: "How about gracing us with a number?"
Wesley: "The Host, he helps people. Reads their souls, senses their futures."
Cordy: "But he can only do it when they sing Karaoke."

Angel: "They brought her back. Now I need to know why. Why like this? Why human?"

Angel holds Darla at the end of "The Trial", Lindsey burst in and Dru vamps Darla.

Dru and Darla at the wine cellar ("Reunion").
Darla: "I believe you said something about - a massacre."
Lilah to Angel: "For God's sake. Help us."
Holland: "People are going to die."
Angel, closing the doors: "I just can't seem to care."
Darla bits Holland.
Angel locks the doors.

Wesley: "What you did..."
Cordy: "...was wrong."
Gunn: "You went too far."
Wesley: "Right now the three of us are all that's standing between you and real darkness."
Angel: "You're all fired."

Cordy and Wesley, each carrying a box, and Gunn with his hands in his pockets walk out the door of the Hyperion.
Cordy: "What just happened? (Turns around to face the other two) Can someone explain to me - what just happened here?"
Wesley: "I believe we were fired."
Gunn: "Canned."
Wesley: "Let go."
Gunn: "Axed."
Wesley: "Shown the door."
Gunn: "Booted."
Cordy: "Alright! I get it! - But - wh-what just *happened*? - Fired? Angel *fired* us?"
Wesley: "Looks that way."
Cordy sets her box down: "Uh. I can't believe this."
Wesley: "Let's keep a level head, shall we? - Angel's not been himself lately. Perhaps he'll change his mind."
Gunn: "He locked twenty lawyers into a room with a couple of psychotic vampires. I'd say his mind is changed enough."
Cordy: "Darla. It's all about Darla. One thing you can say about Angel at least he's consistent. It's always some little blonde driving him over the edge. - (sighs) What are we supposed to do now?"
Gunn: "I think I'll grab a burrito before I had home. (Cordy and Wes look at him) What?"
Wesley: "No, no. By all means, if you're hungry."
Gunn: "Hey, this was just a side gig for me, alright? The extra cash was nice while it lasted, but - Angel wants to go all commando? Hm-mm. No skin off my nose."
Cordy: "Well, my nose skin is angry - and hurt! And..."
Wesley: "..disappointed?"
Cordy nods.
Wesley: "I won't pretend to understand Angel's reasons - but maybe he needs to be alone right now. - And the best thing that we can do for him - is to let him be."
Cordy: "Alone."
Wesley nods.
After a moment Cordy picks up her box and the three of them head off in different directions.

Angel is moving boxes around in the basement. As he sets one down the top flips off. Angel picks the box up and looks at its contents. The topmost paper inside of it is a portrait sketch of Darla. He takes the box over to the incinerator, opens the door to reveal the fire burning inside it. He picks up the stack of sketches, looks at Darla's picture for a moment, then tosses the stack into the flames and shuts the door.

Intro.

The basement of the Hyperion. Angel is doing pull-ups on the pipes. Then we blend into him doing assorted other exercises.
Angel voice-over: "I'm not ready yet. Too many years spent sleeping in soft beds - living in a world where I don't belong. - I can't fight them. Not yet. - But soon."

Holland's wine cellar. The camera pans over a mass of corpses littering the floor. Finds Lindsey, half buried under other bodies. His eyes open, and after a moment he struggles to free himself from the mass.
Flash cut to Lindsey sitting in a chair in the cellar.
Paramedic: "You've just been through a very traumatic experience. Really, sir, you should be in a hospital."
Lindsey: "She saved me."
Paramedic as he is taking Lindsey's pulse, while others are putting the corpses into bodybags in the background.
Paramedic: "That maybe true, sir, but you should still be checked out by a doctor."
Lindsey: "There has to be a reason - why I'm the only one left alive."
Paramedic: "You're in shock. You need to see a doctor."
Lindsey with a slight smile: "I'm the only one left."
Man in the background: "Hey, we got a live one here."
Lindsey: "We do?"
Lindsey gets up and sees to paramedics help Lilah to her feet.
Lindsey: "Lilah."

Virginia is sitting on the bed in Wesley's apartment.
Virginia: "You got to be kidding me. He fired you? He can't fire you! You're on a mission to protect the innocent. You can't fire someone on a mission. What did he say, exactly?'
Wesley taking off his jacket: "You're fired."
Virginia: "Oh. Well, can you file a grievance with the union?"
Wesley starts to put the stuff in the box away.
Wesley: "Virginia, I'm not in a union. I'm a... - I don't even know what the name of my job is! - Was."
Virginia: "You're a renowned specialist in, in supernatural aid and rescue."
Wesley: "No, I'm just... - renowned?"
Virginia: "Well, to me you are. You saved my life. - Although you should be in a union. My father always used union conjurers."
Wesley: "I didn't know that."
Virginia: "Oh, the wizard community is very progressive."
Wesley: "Your father tired to sacrifice you to the goddess Yeska."
Virginia: "Yeah, one of the many reasons why I'll never talk to him again. Although I'm healing, thanks to a lot of therapy - and a gigantic trust-fund. - Hey, you know what it is? He's jealous!"
Wesley: "Your father?"
Virginia: "No. Angel. You had to impersonate him to rescue me and you're too good an Angel."
Wesley: "I don't think so. He fired Cordy and Gunn, too."
Virginia: "All of you? Why?"
Wesley: "It has to do with - Darla being made a vampire again and hooking up with Drusilla and... The three of them have a very tangled past. - My guess is, he'll be hunting them down and he doesn't want anyone in his way."
Virginia gets up: "Well, his loss it the worlds gain. You'll get another job just like that! (Snaps her fingers) What else can you do?"
Virginia smiles at him while Wesley thinks.
Wesley: "Not much."

Angel is in the basement, practicing with a sword.
Angel voice-over: "When Wolfram and Hart take a life - they do it at a distance. - I don't have that luxury."
He stabs the sword down into the floor and kicks the punching bag of its chain.
Angel voice-over: "It's time."
Angel, wearing his coat, leaves his apartment, takes one last look around and closes the door.
He walks down the stairs, across the lobby and, turning the lobby lights off, goes down into the basement.
Angel voice-over: "I'm not on their level."
Opens the trap door into the sewer.
Angel voice-over: "But I can get there."
Descends into the sewer, then walks along its tunnels.
Voice-over: "And when I do, I'll be right up close. I'll bring the fight to them."

Break.

Wolfram and Hart's office building. Day.
Lindsey leaning on the reception desk: "No messages? No messages, are you sure? Check...(He breaks off and straightens up as Lilah comes walking up) Thanks."
Lindsey turns to go and Lilah falls in step with him.
Lilah: "You're getting the big freeze-out, too?"
Lindsey: "Lilah."
Lilah: "Oh, what's wrong, Lindsey? You bitter because your girlfriend didn't slit my throat?"
Lindsey: "That might be overstating it. More like bummed."
Lilah: "Sorry to disappoint. I take it I'm not the only one feeling the lack of empathy around here."
A vampire, walking next to a lawyer, stares at Lindsey's bruised face.
Lindsey: "What are you looking at?"
Lilah: "No phone calls, no flowers. If I were the nervous type, I'd be nervous. But as it is, I'm just pissed."
Lindsey: "What do you expect, Lilah? We're the only survivors of the massacre, it's natural that we're under suspicion."
Lilah: "Yeah, you know what I don't like about suspicion? The part where they find us two weeks from now, dead in some freak accident."
Lindsey: "We did nothing wrong."
Lilah: "I'm sorry, have we met? Because I work for Wolfram and Hart. Responsibility has nothing to do with it. If they are looking for a scapegoat we might as well grow horns and start eating garbage."
Lindsey: "Scapegoat. Scapegoat, Lilah?! They're the one..."
Lilah puts a hand on his chest and Lindsey falls silent and glares at another lawyer, walking past them in the hallway.
Lindsey, more quietly: "They're the ones who wanted Drusilla brought in. I was following orders."
Lilah: "And you *honestly* think that matters? - Fine. Indulge your denial. Don't doubt for a minute someone's gonna pay, Lindsey, and we're the only ones left."
Lindsey opens the door to his dark office and the two of them stop just inside the door.
Lindsey: "Not the only ones."
Dru is sitting in the chair behind Lindsey's desk, while Darla is sitting on the edge of it.
Darla: "Lindsey. I've missed you. Close the door. (Neither Lindsey nor Lilah move) Sweetpea, if we wanted you dead, you'd have never have made it out of the wine cellar. - Now close the door."
Lindsey closes the door.
Dru: "He's got cow eyes. Big and black. - Moo..."
Lindsey walks closer to Darla: "You spared me. - Why'd you spare me, Darla?"
Darla walks the rest of the way to him: "Do you really have to ask? (She leans in close to smell him) Hmm. I'm in love with you."
They look at each other for a few moments, then Darla burst out laughing. Lindsey jerks his head a little. Dru and Lilah join Darla's laughter.
Darla: "Shut up, Lilah."
Dru: "Shh!"
Darla: "Well, look at you two, such pretty scars."
Lindsey: "You've put us in a difficult position, Darla."
Darla: "Hmm, have I? - Smart young lawyers, (runs a hand up Lindsey's arm) hungry for their big break and whoops - boss gets eaten. Someone has to step in. Someone promising, pretty, with questionable ethics and twelve-hundred dollar suits that look good on the six o'clock news."
Lilah: "You think they'll promote him?"
Darla to Lilah: "Or you. (Walks back to the desk) In any case, that's why you're here. I've decided to - keep the line of communication open between us and Wolfram and Hart."
Lindsey: "What for?"
Darla: "I believe we can help each other."
Lindsey: "I don't think I understand. What is it exactly that you want, Darla?"
Darla: "Power. See, Lindsey, during my stint as Wolfram and Hart's puppet, something occurred to me. I *loathe* being used. If I recall I sent you a fifteen-body-memo to that effect. We plan on being big players in this town, Dru and I. - And while you can't give me what I want, you have the things I need to get it. Money. Connections."
Lilah: "We're no good to you dead, Darla. The Senior Partners are looking for someone to blame for your massacre."
Darla: "But surely they wouldn't kill both of you. Seems like such a waste. - Well, I guess, whoever's left standing will be our liaison."
Lindsey: "Liaison to what?"
Darla: "To the world above of course. In the meantime, we'll focus on the world below."
Lindsey steps closer to Darla: "This power - that you want - does it have a target? - You going after Angel?"
Darla jumps off the desk: "Don't say that! - Not *everything* is about Angel, Lindsey. I just want to have some fun."
Lindsey: "Well, you see, I'm surprised. Because I though that you would make him your top priority."
Darla: "I spent two-hundred and fifty years without Angel. You think just because I went through a little human phase I'd go all gooey?"
Lindsey: "No. - No, I thought you'd kill him."
Darla: "All in good time, my love. All in good time."

The camera pans around a deserted intersection of two sewer tunnels, than up to reveal Angel crouched on some of the overhead pipes.
A group of four vampires comes down one of the tunnels.
Vampire, laughing: "They were just waiting for us. All crouched and hiding in that little backroom. Generally I don't like to hit the fast food places. The people are all - greasy. But this was like - Christmas!"
Angel drops down onto the bragging lead-vamp, which manages to kick him off. Angel charges back in and proceeds to take all four of them on at once. Stakes one. Kicks another one and sends it flying up against the wall. Triggers his wrist stake and dust a second. The lead-vamp grabs Angel and pushes him against the wall, but when it tries to throw him against the opposing wall, Angel runs up the side of it. Using the vampire's hold as a pivot he lands behind it and drives his wrist stake into its heart. The last vamp tries to run off, but Angel tackles him to the ground, then pulls out his sword and beheads the vampire.
Angel voice-over: "I'm ready."
He drops the bloody sword and starts to walk down the tunnel, taking off his coat and throwing it to the ground.
Voice-over: "I've got the moves. Now I need to know what theirs are."

At the Caritas bar the Host is singing 'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi,ce soir?'
Wesley steps up to the bar: "A bloody Mary, please."
Bartender: "You want real blood with that?"
Wesley: "Ah, no... bloodless, thanks."
Wesley watches as the Host finishes his song to a lot of applause.
Host: "Thank you. Thank you. Okay, we'll take a little break and see who wants to come up and sing next."
Wesley to himself: "Steady on, Wesley. - Perhaps something by - Cat Stevens."
Bartender: "Your drink, sir."
Wesley: "Ah, thank you."
He turns from the bar just as a woman in a dark coat walks past.
Wesley: "Gahh!"
The woman spins around. It's Cordy.
Cordy: "Wesley."
Wesley: "Cordelia. How... odd to see you."
Cordy: "Wh-what are you doing here?"
Wesley: "Me? Oh, I just... came in for a drink."
Cordy: "Ah. Because only demon Karaoke bars - have those. (Gives him a push) You were gonna sing."
Wesley: "Sing? Oh, dear lord, no. No. - Uh, I merely... - what are *you* doing here?"
Cordy: "Oh. Ah, well... I was, uhm... in the neighborhood?"
Wesley: "You live fifteen miles away."
Cordy: "Yeah, well, you know L.A. It's all one really - big neighborhood."
Wesley with a slight smile: "I see."
Cordy huffs and they sit down at the bar.
Wesley: "Come to find your destiny, have you? - And who's gonna help you with that?"
Cordy: "Shanaia Twain or Madonna. I hadn't decided."
Wesley nods: "I suppose we're both rather at lose ends now that Angel has..."
Cordy: "...pulled a total wig?"
Wesley: "Quite. - I must admit, I'm somewhat embarrassed."
Gunn from behind them: "How do you think *I* feel?"
Cordy: "Gunn. What are you... (Gunn looks at the floor) What happened to 'this was just a side gig?'"
Gunn: "Hey, I got a rep to maintain, alright? I can't have you all seeing through my brusque and macho exterior."
Cordy: "Oh, heavens forfend!"
Wesley: "So, I'll assume it's not Madonna, but what song were you going to sing?"
Gunn pats Wes on the shoulder: "You wouldn't know it."
Cordy: "Well, I for one, would just like to point out the patheticness that is us. - This is all Angel's fault. I hope he's happy now. All alone in his demon world with no one to talk to."

Merl (stoolie demon from Judgement) is suspended by a rope, head down, from a sewer pipe above a pool of water, and being dipped into it.
Merl: "I'll talk!"
Angel pulls him back up, waiting.
Merl: "But I'm telling you man, I don't know where..."
Dip.
Merl: "Is that how you get your rock off, you sick..."
Dip.
Merl: "All right, all right. Alright. I heard about your girls, Godzilla, Darcilla, whatever. Uh... they've been hitting all the underground hot spots. Looking for demons to join some, ah, crew they're running. That's all I know, man, I swear."
Dip.
Merl: "Okay! Okay. Okay. You didn't hear this from me. But you know that little Bar-and-bite club on La Cienega and Washington? - Ah, that's the only demon haunt they ain't been to. Okay? Okay?"
Angel ties the rope off to a pipe along the wall.
Merl: "Hey, alright? Hey, hey, hey, you're gonna cut me down, right? (Angel walks off down the tunnel) You're not just gonna leave me hanging here, man? Hey! Hey! I'm spinning here, man. - Freaking vampires."

At the bar and bite club. A fight is taking place between a green demon and a vampire, ringed by a crowd of demons watching and cheering.
The demon dances around the vampire, hitting him. Finally grabs the vampire in a choke-hold (trying to rip his head off?). The vampire slaps the floor with his hand and the demon releases him.
Rhythmic clapping interrupts the cheers for the winner. The crowd parts to reveal Darla, followed by Dru walking into the middle of the circle.
Darla: "Wow. That was something. But violence without victims, see, that's where you lose me."
Demon: "Who the hell are you?"
Darla: "My name's Darla and this is Drusilla. We're new in town though some of you know us by reputation."
Demon: "I never heard of you before."
Drusilla reaches up from behind him and casually rips off his ears. The demon drops to the floor with a scream, hands pressed to the sides of his head.
Darla: "Now you never will. I trust we have everyone's attention? - Good. We've come with a little proposition."
From under the shadow of the hood of his gray sweatshirt a vamp-faced Angel glances over the shoulders of the demons in front of him at Darla.

Break.

Darla: "Me and my girl, we're not just the new thing in town - we're the only thing in town. And we're in the market for some... Well, one doesn't really want to use the term 'muscular slaves...' - Actually, one does. Unfortunately for most, we're only looking for the best. Those creatures who not only excel at devastation, but revel in it. Our crusade is one of malevolent joy."
Angel moves through the demon crowd, head down. Dru gasps as he slips past the demons standing behind her.
Dru: "Eyes like needles."
Darla: "Dru, I'm working here?"
Dru: "He sees you. Sees what you were. (Gasps and takes a step closer to Darla) You'll never be alone again."
Darla: "Stop! - J-just don't."
Dru: "He's watching you, my sweet, right now."
Darla spins around and looks at the crowd of demons.
Darla: "Angel."
Darla pushes into the crowd.
Dru: "He wants to punish us. He thinks we've been naughty. - He remembers when you were warm."
Darla spins around to face Dru: "Shut up, Drusilla!"
Dru turns away and Darla gives herself a little shake.
Darla speaking hurriedly: "Now, as I was saying, if you think you have what it takes to join us, auditions are tonight, here (pulls a business card out of her cleavage) at this address. Winners will have the opportunity to foment mass-destruction, losers will be gutted and left for dead. (Drops the card on the floor) Have a nice night. (Grabs a hold of Dru's arm and hustles her towards the door) Come on."

Angel is standing in the alley behind the bar. Morphs into his human face and pulls he hood off. Leans his head back against a post.
Angel voice-over: "I'm not ready."
Flash to Darla in the club saying his name and looking around for him.
Voice-over: "I can still feel her. - Her pain. - Her need. - Her hope."
Angel takes a deep breath and walks off.
Voice-over: "I'm too close. - Too close to fight her."

Wolfram and Hart's offices, night.
Lindsey is getting ready to leave for the night. He picks up his coat and turns only to find Lilah standing in the open door.
Lindsey: "Lilah. (Sees the look on her face) Something happened?"
Lilah: "I can't do it anymore, Lindsey."
Lilah slowly walks in. Lindsey drops his stuff and closes the door.
Lindsey: "Do what?"
Lilah: "The waiting. - I'm sitting in my office and - every time there is a noise or the phone rings... One of us is gonna die, Lindsey."
Lindsey: "Everybody dies, Lilah."
Lilah: "But not everybody ends up in a dog-food processing plant in San Pedro."
Lindsey: "May not happen to you, Lilah. You got a fifty fifty chance of surviving this thing, just like me."
Lilah: "That's not good enough. - There is a way out of this."
Lindsey: "How?"
Lilah: "We don't wait for them to chose - one of us, we - chose each other instead. If we stick together we can beat them. We could leave (reaches out to caress Lindsey's tie) you and me, tonight. They'd have no choice..."
Lindsey: "No choice but to hunt us down, which they would."
Lilah: "No. Not if we took files, as insurance."
Lindsey: "Take files?"
Lilah: "Yes. (Takes a step closer) - Look. I've heard the rumors. We both know - that it worked for you once before. You knew - just what to take. And this time you won't have to assume any of the risk. You just tell me which files to steal and I'll get them. And then - we can get out of here. End this mess - together. - Are you in?"
Lindsey strokes the side of Lilah's face and leans in as if to kiss her, while his hand slips down into her blouse and pulls out - a wire.
Lindsey speaking into the tiny microphone: "But Lilah, I would never steal files from my employer. I'm shocked at the suggestion."
With a snort of laughter Lindsey retrieves his jacket, portfolio and keys.
Lindsey: "Forget about the frame job, sweetheart. They're gonna kill who they're gonna kill. (Opens the door) Just take it like a man."
Lindsey blows her a kiss and leaves.

Cordy, Wes and Gunn are sitting around a table at Caritas.
Cordy, voice slightly slurred: "But see, that's what I'm saying. If Wesley hadn't been all shaking his finger..."
Wesley: "No, no, no."
Cordy: "...and no, no, no, this *whole* Darla-thing would have just, you know, blown over."
Gunn: "What?!"
Wesley: "Blown over? Angel is obsessed with Darla. Obsessions don't just blow over."
Gunn: "Right."
Cordy: "Well, you certainly didn't help by making him feel *guilty* about it. You shamed him into firing us!"
Wesley: "You blaming this on me?"
Cordy: "I'm not blaming... - Yes. I'm blaming you. *You* get the blame."
Gunn: "I don't know. If I'd had to listen to you two day in day out snipe, snipe, snipe, bitch, bitch, bitch. - I figure you all got of easy, because I would have killed you."
Cordy: "Ha. That's rich coming from Mr. 'I don't take orders - now where do I stick my ax?'"
Gunn: "What is that supposed to mean?"
Wesley: "Well, Gunn. You've never been very supportive of Angel's leadership role. I remember a certain shroud."
Gunn: "Hold up. Hold on, are you trying to tell me this is my fault?"
Wesley: "Well, how is the man supposed to run a business if his employees won't follow directives?"
Gunn: "Was one of his directives 'hire pansy-assed British guys?'"
Cordy suppresses a laugh.
Wesley: "My ass is not pansy."
Host: "Could I have someone bring you kids another round?"
All three: "Yes."
Gunn: "What about her? Maybe if she'd had a couple more *visions* Angel would have been too distracted to think about this Darla-chick, huh?"
Wesley and Gunn clink drinks.
Cordy: "Earth to retards: you have an obsession you pretty much squeeze it into your schedule, no matter what!"
Wesley: "Aha! So you admit it's an obsession."
Cordy: "No. - I mean, yes. But no."
Wesley: "Hypocrite."
Cordy: "Ass-pansy."
Wesley: "Don't call me that!"
Gunn: "You two are driving me buggy. All you talk about is 'this is his fault, this is her fault...' You two wouldn't last ten seconds on the street..."
All three talk at once.
Cut to the three of them arm in arm on the stage singing "We Are the Champions" by Queen.
Cut to the three of them sitting around a table, the only ones left in the bar.
Cordy: "Vampires, sloth demons - you what's really, really evil? - Tequila."
Wesley pushes some glasses to the side, making a face.
Wesley: "I need to be dead now."
Host: "Well, well, I can see the maudlin segment of tonight's binge is in full swing. (Takes off his jacket) Now, don't be blue. (Walks around the table) I was *very* impressed with your musical recitation of pain earlier. And when I say pain, I mean mine. (Comes to stand behind Cordy) Although props for singing your little hearts out."
Cordy: "Yeah. Our hearts were out. You, Mr. Big - Mojo-guy, are supposed to, uhm, give us guidance now."
Wesley: "She's right. We came, we sang, we... fought the urge to regurgitate."
Cordy: "So spill already. (To Wesley) Not you. - What are we supposed to do with our lives? (Makes a strange face, like she's about to yawn) Where do we go from here?"
Host folds his jacket into a pillow.
Host: "Oh - I'd love to tell you, sweetie. But - when the big guys talk, I shut my yap. (Holds his folded jacket behind Cordy's head) And they're about to get *real* chatty."
Cordy throws her head back with a scream as she gets hit by a vision.
Wesley: "Cordy?"
Blurred flashes of a green demon and a girl.
Wesley: "Are you alright?"
Cordy: "No!"
Gunn: "What'd you see?"
Cordy: "Ooh. Alley. Not too far from here. A demon is dragging a girl... She's hurt - bleeding..."
Wesley gets up: "Let's go."

Angel is in his basement, checking his wrist stakes and filling a gym bag with assorted weapons.
The phone rings in the lobby. Angel walks towards the reception desk to reach - past the ringing phone to pick up an ax. He turns and heads out, ignoring the phone.

Gunn, Wes and Cordy hurry down a dark alley.
Cordy: "I don't get it? Are we late? We didn't feel late in my head."
Gunn pointing: "Over here."
There are splashes of blood on the ground.
Cordy: "It's hers. It's got to be hers. But where is she?"
Gunn: "If we had Angel, we could track her."
Cordy: "He's also kill the big, spiny demon that took her. Did I mention that its teeth are about three inches long?"
Gunn: "And us with no weapons? Man, I wish Angel was here."
Wesley: "Well, he's not! (They turn to stare at Wes) Angel's walked away from his duty. We're not going to."
Cordy: "So how do we find her?"
Wesley: "We start with basics. (Walks over and crouches down by the blood) First we examine the area for any tell tale signs for a particular kind of ...eew."
Gunn: "There's different kinds of yuuch?"
Wesley pulls his hand away form where he had used it brace himself against the wall. It's covered with blood.
Wesley: "No, look."
There is a streak of blood going up the wall next to a drainpipe, leading to a busted window.
Gunn: "He took her up there."
Cordy: "But the building is abandoned. The front door was all chained up. How are we supposed to...."
They all look at the drain pipe, then up at the window.

Darla and Dru are coming out of a demon bar.
Dru: "I didn't like that barkeeper. Hmm, can't get his eyes of my fingers."
Dru licks her fingers.
Darla: "That was the last one. It's nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory."
Dru: "My little bird is anxious."
Darla: "Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru."
Dru: "He won't leave, you know."
Darla: "I don't wanna hear this."
Dru: "We could have a thousand soldiers and still he'll come, galloping, galloping, still he'll come."
Darla: "Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?"
Dru: "You miss him, like a heartbeat."
Darla: "I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured off. - You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere."
Dru: "Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches."
Darla: "In a perfect world we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town."
Dru: "I see such pretty fire."
Darla: "Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there'd be nothing left here but ashes."
Dru laughing: "And pain. So much suffering. (Begins to sway) The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music."
Darla: "That's nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can't be late."

Angel walks up to an abandoned building. Slides a big garage door to the side to reveal an assortment of different demons waiting inside. Angel's weapons bag drops in slow motion to the ground and he twist the ax in his hand.

Gunn is helping Cordy climb into the building through the window.
Cordy: "Uh, it's always the same. A smelly, old, abandoned building. Are there no demon hideouts in Beverly Hills?"
Wesley watching the room: "Several in matter of fact... Look. Over there."
We see a body lying motionless on the floor.
Cordy: "That's her. But where is the..."
Cordy screams as the demon of her vision drops down from overhead, right in front of them.

Break.

The demon knocks Wesley to the floor then jumps on Gunn.
Wesley to Cordy: "Get her out of here."
Wesley picks up a 2x4 and knocks the demon off of Gunn.
Cordy to girl: "Come on, we got to get you..."
The demon turns towards her, and Gunn jumps on its back. The demon throw itself back against the wall, smashing Gunn in between, and Wesley takes the chance to hit in the stomach. The demon retaliates with a hard right to Wesley's jaw, then throws Gunn over its head into the opposite wall. Wesley whacks it across the back, dropping it to the ground. The demon pulls Wesley's leg out from under him, then jumps on his back and sinks it's teeth into Wesley's right shoulder. Wesley lets out a scream of pain.
Gunn gets back up, grabs a chair and knocks the demon off Wesley with it, shattering the chair in the process. Gunn picks up one of the splintered chair legs and rams it into the back of the demon's head, killing it.
Wesley picks himself back up and looks over at Cordy and the other girl.
Wesley: "We need to get her to a hospital."
Cordy: "Yeah."
Gunn: "What about you?"
Wesley: "I'm fine it's just... (he looks at the hole in his shoulder) We should go before I pass out, or possibly during."
Gunn: "This thing nearly ripped us to shreds."
Cordy: "Yeah, but out of everybody here, which one of us is the dead one?"

Darla and Dru are walking up to the abandoned building where Angel met all those demons.
Darla: "I want to make this quick, alright? We get in there, weed out the losers, and get out. I've got precious little patience left."
Dru looks at the building: "Oh, it's beautiful! Dank and dark. It reeks of death."
Darla with a smile: "That's motor oil, Dru."
Dru: "Can we buy it? It could be our castle."
Darla: "There's no view. Plus we're broke. Though I suppose Lindsey could help out in that respect, if they haven't killed him yet."
Dru: "I like the girl. She's wicked."
Darla: "They're sweet kids. Naïve, but they're only human. I doubt they even know what Wolfram and Hart's true plan for Angel is. - But I have to say, my curiosity is peeked."
Dru puts her hand on the handle of the door.
Dru: "Ten little soldiers, all in a line. A shot rings out (slaps her hands together to make the sound of a shot) down to nine."
Darla: "Ten? I'd be happy if we could find three who can hack it."
Darla slides the door open and they walk in to see the floor littered with demon corpses and severed limbs and a pile of dust between them.
Dru: "Dead already? Bad soldiers!"
Darla looks around and sees Angel leaning against the hood of a dusty car, smoking a cigarette.
Darla with a slight smile: "I should have known."
Dru shakes her head: "A shadow."
Dru lifts her hand as if she is trying to wipe away a cobweb in front of her face, never taking her eyes off Angel.
Darla: "Why so far away, my love? Why don't you come over here and... stake me? (No reaction from Angel) Angel?"
Angel, looking pretty beat up, continues to smoke his cigarette.
Darla: "Angelus?"
Angel throws down his cigarette butt. It ignites a trail of gasoline. Darla and Dru look down at the flames, see them racing towards them in slow motion, and ignite the puddle of gasoline they're standing in.
They scream as they begin to burn.
Angel turns around to pick up his bag of weapons, revealing a can of gasoline sitting on the hood behind him, and walks out without looking back.
Darla picks up a sledgehammer, leaning next to the door, runs outside and knocks the top of a fire hydrant off. She and Dru stand under the spray of water, letting it extinguish the flames, then sink down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk under it, with Darla holding Dru.
Dru: "I'm burning. Make it stop, please."
Darla: "Shh. Shh. That wasn't Angel."
Dru: "He's gone. He's all gone. Oh - it hurts! It hurts!"
Darla: "Wasn't Angelus either."
Dru: "Darla, help me. Help me, please! Please. Please."
Darla: "Who was that?"

Wolfram and Hart. Day.
Lilah is coming up some stairs and falls in with Lindsey who is walking along the hallway at the top.
Lilah: "Heard about the fire?"
Lindsey: "They're still alive."
Lilah: "Undead."
Lindsey: "Whatever."
Lilah: "Heard it was Angel."
Lindsey: "So?"
Lilah: "Killed a dozen demons, lit up Darla and Drusilla like a Christmas tree."
Lindsey: "What is your point Lilah?"
Lilah: "Little grimmer than usual, don't you think?"
Lindsey: "Holland's vision lives on."
Lilah: "Screw his vision. Anybody's going down in here, it's gonna be you."
Lindsey: "If that's what it takes."
They walk through some glass doors into a conference room. There is a man in a suit sitting at the table, with an open book in front of him. Two dark-clad men standing like guards against the wall behind him.
Hunt: "Sit down."
Lilah and Lindsey take some chairs further down the table.
Hunt: "I suppose you know why you're here. The Senior Partners have decided - that this should be a time of grief and reflection. We will never be able to replace Holland Manners. He was a man of extraordinary talents. - The bottom line is this leaves us with an opening in our roster. We need an executive vice-president of Special Projects. (Stands up) Mr. McDonald - (takes a couple steps closer to the two of them. The guards move with him) - your conduct with this firm had proved spotty at best. You've stolen files, co-operated with our enemy, disobeyed orders time and again. (Lilah smiles) Mrs. Morgan - when you drove away the telekinetic Bethany Chaulk, you lost for us a powerful potential assassin. Not to mention the fact that both of you have been extremely negligent about informing us of visits form certain - ladies - who, lest we forget, *ate* the majority of our contracts department. - The truth is that neither one of you are particularly qualified to run the special projects division. As for your relationship to one another: your competition has been - vicious, destructive and - healthy. We think you keep each other on your toes. Which is why we have decided to appoint you both - as joint acting co-vice-presidents until such time as we see fit to - narrow it down. - Congratulations. This is a big step. The Senior Partners - will be watching you."
He picks up his book and walks out.
Lindsey and Lilah look at each other.

Angel is in the basement of the Hyperion, throwing knives at a target, and hitting the bullseye every time.
He retrieves the knives and gets ready to do it again as Wesley appears on the basement steps.
Wesley: "I thought you might like to know we're keeping the agency open - with or without you."
Angel stands with his back to Wesley, facing the target, silent.
Wesley: "You may have turned your back on your mission, but we haven't."
There is still no reaction from Angel, so Wesley turns to walk back up the stairs.
Wesley: "Someone has to fight the good fight."
Angel throws the knife and barely hits the target.
He blinks his eyes, then closes them.
Angel voice-over: "Let them fight the good fight. - Someone has to fight the war."
He opens his eyes, throws - Bullseye.

FADE TO BLACK

2x10 - Reunion

on 25 July 2009. Posted in Btvs Guide - Angel Script

Previously on Angel:

Angel: "There are forces at work here that you know nothing about."
Kate: "You think I'm gonna stand by while you and your playmate finish the game?"

Kate: "Police. Nobody move."
Kate shoots at Angel, Angel bites her, Kate see Menlo's gun pointed at her.
Angel whispers: "Stay down or they'll kill you."
Kate slides to the floor and after a moment her eyes drift shut.

Kate puts her hand over the bite mark as she looks out the window next to her desk.

Holland: "Darla. How are you?"
Darla: "I'm fine, Holland."

Angel: "They brought her back and now I need to know why. Why like this? Why human?"

Angel: "You've been given a second chance. Don't throw that away before you have the opportunity..."
Darla: "I'm dying."

Lindsey: "Syphilitic heart condition. Terminal."

Angel: "I'm not gonna leave you. Every moment you have left, I'm gonna be by your side. You're never gonna be alone again."
Lindsey and his goons burst in, taser Angel, restrain Darla.
Lindsey: "How did you think this would end?"
Dru walks in and vamps Darla while Angel watches, unable to prevent it.

Gunn walks into the Hyperion's lobby supporting Angel. Through the doors to the garden court we can see that it is bright day outside.
Gunn: "We're almost there. We're almost there. Yo! Anybody home?"
Cordy hurrying down the steps: "Oh my God! Angel!"
Wesley: "What happened?"
Gunn: "I don't know. He's been kind of in and out. I only got half the story. The half that didn't make sense."
Wesley: "Angel?"
He walks Angel over to the sofa, with Wesley helping on Angel's other side.
Angel: "It's no, it's no time. No, no time."
Wesley: "Okay. Okay. Let's sit him down here."
They drop Angel onto the sofa.
Cordy: "Where was he?"
Gunn: "Coming from the motel."
Cordy: "*Darla's* motel?"
Angel: "Should have heard them."
Gunn: "I managed to get him to the truck without him bursting into flames or anything."
Wesley: "He's hurt."
Gunn: "Place was a wreck. Something went down there, something not good."
Wesley: "Angel?"
Angel: "I was just so - so tired."
Cordy: "Where is Darla?"
Gunn: "I don't know. She wasn't there."
Cordy: "I knew it. She did this to him. I knew she couldn't be trusted!"
Angel: "She's dead."
Cordy: "What?!"
Angel: "I should have stopped them. They made her drink."
Wesley: "Angel?"
Angel: "She didn't want to. You think - that you can resist, but then it's-it's-it's too late."
Wesley: "Someone made Darla drink?"
Angel: "It was her."
Cordy: "Okay, way too many pronouns here. Who's 'her'?"
Angel pushes himself up off the couch: "Drusilla."
Cordy: "Drusilla's here?"
Wesley: "Good Lord."
They follow Angel into the office.
Gunn: "Who's Drusilla?"
Angel starts to look through his desk for something.
Wesley: "Angel? - Angel..."
Gunn: "Am I right in guessing this Drusilla got a set of teeth on her?"
Wesley: "Yes. She's a vampire."
Gunn: "I think I'm starting to get the picture now."
Angel slams the drawer of his desk shut. Cordy winces.
Wesley to Angel: "Perhaps you should sit down."
Angel: "I have to find her."
Cordy: "Drusilla?"
Angel starts to search through a cabinet behind the desk.
Gunn: "She probably ain't in *there*."
Cordy: "He's delirious."
Angel: "I can save her."
Wesley: "Save whom?"
Angel: "Darla."
Wesley crouches down beside him while Angel continues to frantically search through the cabinet.
Wesley: "Angel, if what you've been saying is so there's no saving Darla. It's too late."
Angel: "It's not too late!"
Wesley puts a hand on Angel's shoulder: "It is! She's dead already and come nightfall she will rise again."
Angel: "She won't. (He stands up spinning a big wood stake in his hand) I can save her from that."

Intro.

Gunn is pacing while Wesley is working on the laptop.
Gunn: "Okay. I'm still trying to get this family tree straight. - Darla sired Angel."
Wesley: "Correct."
Gunn: "And Angel sired this Drusilla?"
Wesley: "Back when he and Darla were together, yes."
Gunn: "But before Angel got his soul back, right?"
Wesley looking up: "Certainly."
Gunn: "Now these lawyers, they brought Darla back as human. Now this Drusilla-vamp goes and bites Darla?"
Wesley: "So it would seem."
Gunn: "Making her a vampire again."
Wesley sitting back: "That's the cosmological upshot, yes. Darla's human self has died and sometime before dawn, unless Angel can stop it, she will rise again, a soulless demon."
Gunn: "So that means..."
Wesley goes back to typing: "The clock is ticking."
Gunn: "No, no, what I'm saying is, that means the granddaughter remade the grandmother."
Wesley: "Oh... - yes."
Gunn: "Man, somehow that weirds me out more than the whole bloodsucking thing."
Angel walks in, grabs a clear container of blood out of the small office fridge.
Wesley: "How do you feel?"
Angel takes a drink: "What do you got?"
Wesley: "Uhm, sunset is at 5:47 P.M. which is (looks at his watch) *was* six minutes ago, and sunrise is at 6:15 A.M."
Angel has almost finished the blood in the container.
Angel: "It could happen anytime before then. (To Cordy) Anything?"
Cordy gets up from behind the desk she has been sitting at and comes over.
Cordy: "Lindsey McDonald's assistant says he *is* in the office, but he's in a meeting. Has been all day."
Angel: "Right."
Angel sets the unfinished container of blood on the table next to Wesley and goes to put on his coat, while Gunn looks down at the blood.
Wesley: "Angel, you realize you can't go into those offices undetected."
Angel: "And I'm not going to. That's what they want me to do."
Wesley: "You don't believe you'd find him there anyway."
Angel: "I was at the only meeting Lindsey McDonald had today."
Cordy: "So where are you going then?"
Angel turning to go: "To his home."
Gunn: "I'll go with you."
Wesley gets up: "Yes. We all will."
Angel: "No. You're all staying here."
Cordy: "You can't go in uninvited, remember? You need *us*!"
Angel: "Not this time."
Cordy: "So, what's the plan? Stand outside his door and make remarks?"
Angel: "He already invited me in once. This time when I kick that door down, I go through it - alone."
The three of them watch Angel leave.

Lindsey's apartment high-rise, night.
Angel kicks in Lindsey's door and stands in the doorway surveying a completely cleaned-out apartment.
Slowly walks in, looking around, shaking his head, moistening his lips and swallows.
Behind him a woman appears in the open door to the hall.
Woman: "Excuse me. The open house isn't until Saturday."
Angel: "The man who was living here, do you know where he went?"
Woman walks in: "Moved."
Angel: "When?"
Woman: "Ah, the truck was here yesterday."
Angel: "Did he leave a forwarding address?"
Woman: "Well, I really - can't give out..."
Angel: "This is an emergency. It's regarding a - a mutual friend who's in need of some immediate - medical attention."
Woman: "Well, he's asked that I - forward everything to his place of employment. - Do you know where that is?"
Angel: "Yeah. (Starts to leave) - Thanks."
Woman: "This is about the - cousin, isn't it?"
Angel turns back: "Cousin?"
Woman: "That sweet, but very odd English girl who was visiting him?"
Angel: "Yeah. Yes, it is."
Woman: "I knew that pregnancy was in trouble the moment she told me about it. Thin as a rail. Couldn't be healthy - for the baby."
Angel: "She said she was having a baby?"
Woman: "She was very excited about getting the nursery ready for the birth. I offered to show her some two-bedroom..."
Angel (to himself): "Of course. Dru would want the ritual."
Woman: "...but she wasn't interested. I-I think she wanted something on the west side anyway. She insisted that her daughter would be born near the stars."
Angel: "Stars."
Woman: "Well, she's foreign. I explained to her you can live your whole life in Los Angeles and never even see a star."

Dru pushes open an overhead window with a long rod, looking straight up into the camera.
Dru: "I can hear them singing to me."
We get a shot of the starry night sky then see Lindsey looking at Darla's body laid out on top of a greenhouse table.
Lindsey: "So this place works for you?"
Dru: "Oh, yeah. (She moves one hand in a circular motion above Darla's body) Grandmother is very pleased with it. - I can tell. - Aren't you, Grandmother? (Leans down over Darla) My daughter."
Lindsey: "Can she hear you?"
Dru turns to him: "She's *dead.*"
Lindsey: "Oh - of course."
Dru: "Shh, just for now."
Lilah walks in, followed by Holland.
Lilah leaning in close to Lindsey: "Think maybe *now* you've got a shot with her?"
Lindsey: "Lilah..."
Lilah: "Don't let me interrupt you."
Holland: "Drusilla, you are positively glowing."
Dru: "I'm going to be a mummy."
Holland: "Yes. Yes, you are. Is there anything you need? Anything at all?"
Dru: "No."
Holland: "Well if you find you do, you know how to get in touch with us. Now we would all *love* to - stay for the birth, but we have a previous engagement we must prepare for."
Dru: "I have preparations to make myself."
Holland: "Of course you do, and we'll leave you to it then."
Holland leaves, gathering Lilah up with a look, then notices that Lindsey, instead of following, is just standing there looking down at Darla.
Holland: "Lindsey?"
Lindsey: "Ah, maybe I should stay."
Holland: "This is a *family* matter, Lindsey. We best leave it that way."
Lindsey hesitates for a moment as Dru starts to sing to Darla, then follows Holland out.
Dru: "Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch."
Dru looks down at Darla and starts to giggle.

Cordy hands Angel some sheets of paper.
Cordy: "Okay, here's the list of local cemeteries, funeral homes and mausoleums."
Gunn: "You telling me we got to go to every one of these places and start digging up fresh graves?"
Angel: "Drusilla will want to put the body in the ground."
Wesley: "Angel, are you certain about this? A burial isn't necessary for a newly made vampire to..."
Angel: "It would be for Drusilla. She's a classicist."
Cordy: "She's a loony."
Angel: "Forget mausoleums. Stick with cemeteries, something with a view of the night sky."
Cordy: "So, just outside cemeteries then."
Angel turning away: "Yeah."
Gunn: "Doesn't narrow it down much."
Wesley: "If it's just a burial she's after - one doesn't need a cemetery for that, I'm afraid, just - *dirt* really."
Cordy: "Still not narrowing. Whole planet? Pretty much made up of dirt."
Angel: "Maybe I'm looking at this wrong. - Dru doesn't see this thing as a death - but as a birth. She talked about getting the nursery ready."
Wesley: "Angel, I fear you may be looking for a logical pattern in the rantings of someone who doesn't think logically."
Angel: "Soil. - Soil near the stars. She said she wanted to be near the stars. She used to - talk to the stars. She spent *hours* in my garden in Sunnydale, communing with the night sky."
Gunn: "Maybe she didn't mean baby nursery. - Well you said she liked the garden. Plant nursery's got the dirt - the view - and it's more of a birthplace than a death place. Maybe if we look for one up high that'll be it."
Cordy: "Maybe look for one that has a relationship with Wolfram and Hart."
Wesley: "Large firm like theirs, they may do business with a corporate supplier.

We get an outside shot of Dru's greenhouse, sitting on top of a building. Angel drops down onto the roof and walks towards it.
Inside he finds a large seedbed table filled with dirt. He runs his hands over the surface of the dirt then carefully starts to brush some of it aside at one end of the table, revealing the head of a shroud-wrapped body. He carefully pulls the thin shroud back to reveal Darla's face.
He stands there, looking down at her for a moment, then pulls a stake out of his pocket. He slowly raises it with both hands, never taking his eyes off Darla. Hesitates for a moment, then raises his hands over his head and stabs down - just as Dru hits him over the head from behind with a shovel throwing him down across the seed-table.
Angel turns to look who's attacking him and gets hit again, dropping him to the ground.
Dru: "That's not a fitting gift at all for our newborn grandmummy."
Angel tries to get up and she hits him over the head again, sending him back on all fours groaning.
Dru: "I saw you coming, my lovely. The moon showed me. It told me to come into the twentieth century."
Angel slowly getting up: "It's the Twenty-first century, Dru."
Dru: "Hmm, I'm still lagging."
She kicks the shovel up under his chin, throwing him back against the wall, just as Darla wakes with a gasp.
Angel and Dru fight, and Angel is finally giving as good as he gets, while Darla is sitting up behind them, gasping and staring around the room. Angel breaks the shovel handle off in Dru's hand, knocks her down and rushes over to the table with the broken wooden handle raised, ready to stake Darla, only to see the empty indentation of her body in the dirt. He looks around for her, when he's suddenly grabbed by his throat and lifted about a foot off the ground - by Darla.
He tries to remove her hand from his throat but can't budge it.
Dru: "Now everybody's home."

Break.

Angel is still dangling in the air.
Dru: "Baby's up from her little nap."
Darla looks around at Dru and Angel chops down on her extended elbow, breaking her grip on him, and throws her headfirst into some planters. He quickly picks up his stake and heads for Darla, but Dru tackles him and gets the stake away from him. He kicks her off and jumps back to his feet. Dru throws him on top of one of the tables and tries to stake him with the broken shovel handle, while he rolls his upper body from side to side to avoid her stabs. Angel kicks Dru off and just manages to grab a hold of Darla before she runs out of the greenhouse. He pulls her back, and Darla turns his own motion against him, crashing them both into the table. The two of them shoot up, smashing the glass in the ceiling with their heads, then Darla tosses Angel across the room.
Dru: "Grandmum."
Dru puts a hand on Darla's shoulder, but Darla just tosses her away. Darla sees Angel getting back up and runs towards him and tackles him backwards through the glass wall of the greenhouse, landing them both outside on the roof.
Dru jumps out through the hole and Darla, now in vamp face, tackles her to the ground and shakes her while Dru just laughs.
Angel pulls Darla off Dru and tosses her across the roof, bends to pick up a stake, then goes to stake Darla. But he hesitates when he sees her, back in human face, looking around herself in confusion then up at him.
Darla: "Angel?"
Angel pulls his arm back to stake her, but again Dru tackles him, throws him back against the greehouse. Darla gets up and runs to the edge of the roof, looks over, gets up on the edge and steps off just as Angel is getting back up. Angel runs to the edge and looks down to the street (about four to five stories below?) but there is no sign of Darla anywhere.
Angel looks around the roof for Dru, but she has vanished as well.

Angel comes hurrying back into the lobby where the others are waiting for his return.
Cordy: "How'd it go?"
Angel: "Everyone gear up. Grab something sharp. We need to move fast."
Cordy: "I'm gonna guess not great?"
Angel: "They're out there, both of them."
Wesley: "So you did find them, then? Where are they now?"
Angel: "I don't know."
Angel hands a weapon to Gunn.
Cordy: "But you know where they're going to be?"
Angel: "Not exactly."
Angel throws a crossbow towards Wesley who just catches it.
Wesley: "But yet you have your suspicions?"
Angel: "Actually, I don't."
Cordy: "So it's more like a hunch."
Angel: "Wouldn't say hunch."
Angel hands Cordy a stake.
Cordy: "Would you say inkling? Please tell me you could at least say inkling."
Angel: "For the moment anyway, they're separated. If we can find one of them before they join up again, we have a good chance of stopping something very ugly before it starts."
Angel sheathes a sword and takes it with him as he walks towards the exit.
Wesley: "Yes, but Angel, I don't think the four of us in one car patrolling a city of ten million people is going to yield results."
Angel turns back around: "You're right. Which is why we're going to follow the one solid lead we have - we're going to Wolfram and Hart."
Angel turns to go but Cordy stops him.
Cordy: "Hitting the pause button. Wolfram and Hart, as in vampire detectors, crack security system and armed guards? Nice plan, General Custer."
Angel: "Drusilla's insane, deadly, not in a good mood. Darla - she needs to feed soon, okay? And once she does she's gonna be that much stronger. Now we got two options: either we go back to the people who brought them both here in the first place, or we sit around, waiting for the bodies to start piling up. - I decided not to wait. Anyone wants to join me - my car's outside. If not, that's fine too."
Gunn after a beat: "You had *me* at 'everyone gear up.'"
Angel: "Let's go."
Angel turns to go with Gunn right behind him. Cordy looks at Wesley, then the two of them follow them out as well.

At Wolfram and Hart, Holland walks into Lindsey's darkened office.
Holland: "Lindsey - my wife wants to know if you're bringing a date - to the party this evening. Something about how many crab cakes to order."
Lindsey: "No, I don't have a date."
Holland takes a step closer to him: "You've been doing stellar work, Lindsey. Don't think the Senior Partners haven't noticed."
Lindsey: "Well, I'm happy to hear that, sir."
Holland: "But your hard work isn't all they notice. It's also important to have - healthy attachments - outside of the office. Now I know our roles here don't allow much time to socialize. - Find the time."
Lindsey: "Yes, sir."
Holland: "Now. Don't be late this evening. I'm uncorking a case of 1928 Chateau Latour."
Lindsey with a smile: "I wouldn't miss it."
Holland: "We've all worked very hard. Nothing wrong with appreciating our success."
Holland turns to go but stops in his tracks when Dru steps out of the shadows, carrying a doll with her.
Dru: "I drank Chateau Latour once. (Holland looks over at Lindsey) It tasted like lion's blood."
Holland to Dru, who shrugs slightly: "Drusilla. I apologize (looking at Lindsey) I didn't realize you were here. (To Dru) I trust everything went as well as you hoped."
Dru: "I'm very worried about Grandmum. - The building was quite tall - you know?"
Lindsey: "Darla's a survivor."
Dru: "Angelus wasn't happy in the least."
Holland: "*Angel* found you? (Looks at Lindsey) Well, not unexpected. How did he fare?"
Dru has her eyes closed and is swaying in a circle: "Angelus is on his way here now. (Lindsey and Holland look at each other. Dru gasps and smiles) He's *very* cross."
Holland: "Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that. We've taken precautions. (He walks over to Dru, who is sitting down, cradling her doll in her lap) The important thing is that we reunite you with your baby."
The phone rings and Lindsey picks it up.
Lindsey: "Yes? (Listens and hangs the phone back up) General alert. (Heads for the door) There's an untagged vampire in the building."
Holland: "Perhaps we should take our guest to security."
Lindsey opens the door and Darla is standing in front of it, breathing hard.
Lindsey with a slight smile: "Darla."
Darla steps up to him, smells his neck and puts her hands on the sides of his face.
Holland: "Lindsey, no sudden movement."
Darla: "Warm."
Suddenly she tosses Lindsey across the room. Dru smiles and holds out her arms to her. Darla grabs a hold of her hand and runs back out of the room, dragging Dru behind.
Holland to the phone: "Let them leave the building without incident."
Lindsey picks himself back up, pushing his desk chair off him.
Holland: "*Healthy* attachments, Lindsey."
Lindsey stares after him as he leaves.

Angel, driving his convertible, Gunn in the passenger seat, is speeding through the streets of L.A. tossing Cordy and Wes around in the back seat.
Wesley: "There's no good to be done if we don't get there in one piece."
Angel: "We don't have much time."
Cordy suddenly gets hit by a vision.
Wesley: "Angel, pull over."
Angel: "I'll slow down, all right?"
Wesley: "No! Pull over. She's having a vision."
Angel looks back at Cordy.
Gunn, eyes on the road: "Tell me it ain't us she's seeing, wrapped around a lamppost."
We get blurry flashes of a guy holding a gun.
Cordy: "It's in the other direction. Turn around."
Angel: "We're almost there!"
Wesley: "Angel!"
Angel: "She should have done this before we left the hotel."
Wesley and Gunn: "Angel!"
Angel: "Maybe it's a false alarm."
Cordy gives him a mean look, pulls out a stake, holds it up, aimed at him, then puts it back down. Angel spins the car around on the street and heads in the other direction.

Darla and Dru are heading down a crowed sidewalk with Darla tossing Dru around.
Dru: "Did I do something to displease you?"
Darla tosses Dru on the sidewalk. A guy tries to help Dru up, but Darla tosses him aside, then grabs a hold of Dru and tosses her over a parked car onto the road. Dru stands up, only to get hit by a honking car. Dru rolls down the street a ways and a blonde woman gets out of the car and hurries towards her as Dru slowly gets back up. The woman takes one look at Dru and runs off as Darla comes and slams Dru down on the hood of the car.
Dru: "Grandmother, what?"
Darla hits her, making her stumble into the path of another car that manages to swerve around her, tires screeching.
Darla grabs a hold of Dru again.
Dru: "Don't be angry."
Darla slams her up against the side of the car.
Darla: "Why?"
Dru: "For you. All for you. I thought it was what you wanted - to be saved."
Darla looks at Dru (a guy in red pickup truck keeps honking his horn to get them to move out of the road) and slowly takes a step back, letting her hands drop from Dru's shoulders.
Dru crying: "All alone. All alone in the dirt. - We've lost our way and the little worm won't dance if he's told to. (Starts to sob) No. No."
Darla pushes Dru's hair out of her face, then slowly takes her in her arms to comfort her, softly stroking her hair and letting Dru cry.
The guy gets out of the pickup.
Guy: "You two wanna move it out of the street? (Dru and Darla turn to look at him, pulling slightly apart) Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. Why don't you and your girlfriend take the make-out session on home. (Darla walks up to him) The rest of us have lives."
Darla looks him up and down, shakes her head and vamps.
Darla: "Not for long."
She grabs him and feeds, drops him to the ground and turns back to Dru with a smile, back in human face.
Dru: "You're all new again."
Darla: "Let's go shopping, hmm?"
She takes a hold of Dru's hand and the two of them walk off down the road, giggling.

Break

A boombox is playing loud heavy metal music. There is a patched together poster covering the wall and candles, a turtle shell and other paraphernalia set out on the workbench in front of it.
The guy from Cordy's vision is sitting before it cradling a gun.
Guy: "Morgog - I worship you. - Ruler of the universe, I will throw out my worthless life to you - Morgog... (Angel and Co. walk in and he spins his chair around to face them) What do you want?"
Wesley: "We're here to help."
Guy: "No! I-I have to do this. Morgog commands me. (Angel throws at look a Cordy and shakes his head) His will be done. Morgog... (As Angel walks towards the boombox, sitting on top of a barrel) Don't! (Angel stops) Stay back."
Cordy to Angel: "Easy, Boss. This kid's ready to snap, crackle *and* pop. I felt it in my vision. We've really got to handle this one with care. You know, delicate... (Angel throws the boombox at the altar, causing the guy to dive off his chair and ending the music) ...ly."
Guy comes up on his knees: "Jeez! Oh, jeez!"
Angel grabs the gun and twists it from his hand.
Angel: "Listen I'm not here to hurt you, kid, okay? And Morgog's not the way. (Dumps the bullets out of the gun into his hand) Morgog couldn't find his way to his hairy spine-hump without a roadmap! So, don't go killing yourself, he's not worth it. And you've got, you know (looks around the garage) a million - reasons - to live - I bet. Okay? (Tosses the gun into a barrel of used oil) Got it? Good."
Cordy crouches down by the guy, cradling his right hand while Angel walks away. Wesley steps in front of him.
Wesley: "Angel, we're not done here."
Angel: "I am."
Wesley: "The Powers That Be must have had a good reason for sending us here."
Angel: "I don't have time to figure that out."
Gunn: "Maybe that's the plan. Maybe they're trying to keep you from going on this mission."
Wesley: "In any case *that* young man still clearly needs our help!"
Angel: "Go help him. I got more important things to do, okay?"
Wesley looks at Gunn as Angel walks out.

Dru is giggling, walking her fingers down a clothes rack in the Panache Boutique. She picks a black, sheer piece and turns to Darla.
Dru: "Can I have it? Can I?"
Darla: "Of course, dear, but a little color would bring out your eyes more. Such pretty eyes."
Dru: "Men are drawn to them."
Darla: "Aren't they, though? Oh. (Hands Dru a hat) Here."
Dru puts it on and we hear a phone ringing.
Dru: "Oh. I'm ringing. - Do you hear it? (Starts to dance in place) I'm ringing - all - over! (Darla watches her for a moment then reaches down into the front of Dru's dress and pulls out a cell phone.) Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."
Darla opens the phone: "Hello, Holland."
Holland: "Darla. (We see that he is in Lindsey's office and Lilah and Lindsey are there as well) Feeling better I trust?"
Darla: "Like my old self again."
Holland: "Splendid. I understand you girls have been on a little spree."
Darla: "Hmm, is that a problem?"
Holland: "Oh, on the contrary (We see Darla looking down at the drained body of a woman) As a matter of fact, I was just thinking - why settle for a spree, when you could have - a - say - a massacre?"
Darla: "A massacre?"
Dru licks her lips and smiles at Darla: "Ooh, I like the sound of that."
Holland: "Now, of course you'd have the full weight and support of Wolfram and Hart squarely behind you."
Darla: "I appreciate that Holland."
Holland: "Oh, not at all, Darla. That's what we're here for."
Darla hangs up the phone as Dru poses in a red coat with a thick fur trim.
Dru: "Do you like it? Am I pretty then?"
Darla: "As a picture. Now if we could only get some shoes to go with it. Oh, excuse me, Miss? (Steps over the dead body and looks down at a whimpering woman who is pulling herself along across the floor) Any shoe suggestions for my friend's ensemble? (The woman just keeps crying) I said, excuse me-customer with a question here!"
When the woman still just keeps sobbing and crawling, Darla puts her bare foot on her back and reaches down and snaps her neck.
Darla: "Service in this place is really unacceptable."
Dru plays with her hair then bends to examine a necklace, while Darla goes back to looking at dresses.

Lindsey's office.
Lilah: "Those two should keep Angel busy for some time."
Lindsey: "Yeah, until he kills them."
Holland: "Oh, I think he'll find that course of action more difficult than even *he* realizes. - Regardless, Lilah's correct. We won't have to worry about Angel anymore."
At that moment Angel, holding on to a rope, crashes through the window into Lindsey's office, scattering glass everywhere, then jumps to grab a hold of Lindsey.
Angel: "Dru and Darla, where are they?"
Holland: "Angel! I don't believe we've had the pleasure. (Offers his hand) Holland Manners."
Angel: "I'd be careful who you offer that hand to, Mr. Manners. You might just lose it. Isn't that right, Lindsey?"
Lindsey: "There's worse things to lose, aren't there?"
Angel pushes Lindsey away and turns to Holland.
Angel: "So you're the one pulling the strings around here?"
Holland: "A few of them. I am division head of Special Projects."
Angel: "Special projects like Darla."
Holland: "Oh, Darla's just a tool. Means to an end. (Angel steps closer to Holland as the door opens and a bunch of security guards file in and surround Angel) You're the project."
Angel quietly: "I can crush the life out of you before they even lift a finger."
Holland: "Oh, I'm sure you can. Just as sure as I am that you won't."
Angel: "Won't I?"
Holland: "You don't kill humans."
Angel: "You don't qualify. You set things in motion, play your little games up here in your glass and chrome tower, and people die - innocent people."
Holland: "And yet I just can't seem to care. (Angel stares at him and Holland smiles ever so slightly) But you do. And while you're making threats, wasting time, crashing through windows, your girls are out painting the town red, red, red."
Angel: "Where?"
Holland: "Well, that would be telling. In any case you may want to hurry. So many lives hanging in the balance, waiting for their champion to save them."
Angel glances around him at the guards holding Tasers and stakes at the ready.
Angel: "Hm-mm. As if you're just gonna let me walk out of here, huh?"
Holland: "As a matter of fact, I am. You misunderstand us, Angel. We don't want you dead - yet. If we did - you wouldn't be standing here. (to the guards) Would you please escort our guest out of the building. (to Angel) I would - walk you out myself, but I'm running a little late for a wine tasting at my home, and - just so we're clear on the matter - you're not invited."
Holland walks out. Angel tenses as the guards push him towards the door but then lets them lead him out.

The guards and Lindsey escort Angel out the front door of Wolfram and Hart.
Lindsey: "I'll send you a bill for the window and the shirt."
Angel: "Yeah, you do that, and after I stop Darla and Dru (two cops come up and handcuff Angel's hands behind him) I might come back to pay you in person."
Lindsey: "Yeah, go do your little champion of justice thing and then come back and see me - if you make bail. Give him a nice holding cell, officers. With a window - southern exposure preferred. - The firm may not want you dead, but I'm cool with it."
The cops push Angel into the back of an unmarked cop car - with Kate sitting in the back seat.
Angel: "Perfect. (The car pulls into traffic) - So, how do you want to do this? Should I escape now or wait till you transfer me to another holding cell, because I'm really not..."
Kate: "Two people were just murdered in a clothing store at Fifth and Hill. Preliminary reports say that two women were spotted leaving the scene. One of them matches the description of your pal Darla. - They're not done, are they?"
Angel after a beat: "No. - Why are you telling me this?"
Kate: "Because I don't think I can stop them. - Maybe you can. (To driver) Pull over."
She pulls out a key and Angel twists so she can unlock his cuffs. The car stops and Angel looks at Kate for a moment, then gets out.

The doorbell rings at the Manners mansion and Catherine goes to answer it.
Catherine: "Lindsey, welcome!"
Lindsey hands her some flowers: "Good evening, Catherine."
Catherine: "Thanks. Come on. Holland's downstairs lording it over his wine cellar. (They both laugh) These are lovely. Thank you."

Holland holding a glass of wine is surrounded by men and women in business suits scattered around a nicely appointed room.
Holland: "And the Senior Partners have informed me that they are very, very pleased - with the work our division has been doing. (Lindsey enters and a wine steward hands him a glass) Things have been progressing nicely - and ahead of schedule - I might add. I would be remiss without extending well-earned praise to the two members of our team who have made it possible (holds up his glass): Lilah Morgan and Lindsey McDonald."
Everyone drinks and some also say a soft "Hear, hear."
Lilah: "Thank you, Holland."
Lindsey sets his empty glass on the wine steward's tray.
Holland: "Now it's no secret that our work is but one small element in a much larger, greater plan - one which the Senior Partners hope t..."
We hear footsteps and Holland looks over at the open door. Everyone turns to look as well and sees Dru and Darla, dressed in their newly acquired clothes, walking in.
Holland with a forced smile: "Ladies. How..."
Darla: "Your wife was kind enough to invite us in, Holland."
Holland: "Ah."
Dru: "Very sweet she was - like clover (licks a bit of blood from the corner of her lips) and honey."
Holland's smile disappears.
Darla: "Just think of it as our way of giving you what you want."
Holland: "What would I..."
Darla: "I believe you said something about - (Darla looks over at Dru and they both go vamp face) - a massacre."

Break

Angel walks up the sidewalk to the yellow tape roping off Dru and Darla's shopping spree. He passes between the cop cars parked in front of it and one of the plainclothes detectives gives him a hard look as he walks by.

In the store there is a person taking crime scene photos and a black cop gathering up a broken necklace from the floor into an evidence bag. He straightens up and scans the store behind him in the mirrors right in front of him. No one is there but as he bends back down to his work we see that Angel is actually standing right behind him.
Angel looks around for a moment, then moves on.

In Holland's wine cellar, vamp faced Darla and Dru survey the gathering.
Dru: "Pretty lawyers all in a row."
Holland: "I'm glad you're alive Darla. I'm glad we were able to save you."
Darla: "Are you? I guess you really care about me as a person. I guess I owe all of you. - The *whole* team."
Darla chuckles. Dru is walking up to Lilah, who is sitting on a chair a pace away from Lindsey.
Dru running her hand along Lilah's jaw: "You have beautiful skin."
Lilah: "I moisturize."
Dru bends down so her face is level with Lilah's: "That was very thoughtful of you."
Darla steps up close to Holland: "You - brought me back as human - a dying one at that. Let me wallow with a soul, then sent me crawling back to Angel, begging him to restore me."
Holland: "Which he should have done right away. - But I miscalculated, I - I thought he cared more than he did."
Darla: "Like you do."
Darla giggles.
Dru: "Grandmum won't eat (lifts both hands up besides her head and opens and closes them a couple of times) the double speak."
Darla: "No. No, she won't eat *that.*"

Angel walks through a curtain into the hall with the store's fitting rooms. He carefully opens one of the doors to reveal a woman crouching in one corner, her hands pressed over her ears. She gasps at the sight of him.
Angel: "It's okay. It's okay. It's all over. They're gone now."
Woman not looking at Angel: "They killed those people."
Angel: "I know. The police are here now. They're gonna take care of you. - You were in here the entire time."
Woman, nodding slightly: "I needed a new dress for the office party. This one was too expensive, but - I couldn't make up my mind and then... I kept thinking they were gonna come in here to kill me, too."
Angel: "I know. - Did you see or hear any of it?"
Woman: "I mostly heard. - I guess I was lucky 'cause of the party."
Angel: "You'll be okay. You'll make your party."
Woman: "No. Their party. They were in a hurry to get to it."
Angel: "They said something about a party?"
Woman nods slightly: "A tasting."
Angel after a beat: "Why don't you just, uhm, go on outside and find an officer. - You'll be okay."
He holds out a hand to her and she slowly gets up and lets him help her past him.
Woman: "Thank you."
She looks down at the store's dress she is still wearing as she walks past him.
Woman: "It was just too much."

Dru: "I hear the sirens. (sniffs) They don't know if the world will be there in the morning."
Lilah quietly to Lindsey: "Do you hear the sirens? Are-are the police coming?"
Lindsey looks back at her and shakes his head slightly: "No. - She senses what this place was built for."
Holland: "Ah, yes. Drusilla, you're quite right. This was originally a bomb shelter in the fifties. We had it converted. Wine has always been *my* - passion."
Darla giggles.
Dru: "People - huddled together, crouching in fear."
Holland: "Yes, yes. I imagine that's what it would have been like in a war."
Darla: "No. Now. - She means now."
Holland: "Aha. (Chuckles) I guess I stepped into that one. - Listen Darla - I am *sorry* that you had to suffer, but look at what's come out of it. - You've been restored. You're a superior being. You can have anything you want. And there's not a person in this room who won't work (looks at the lawyers then back at Darla) round the clock - to see that you get it."
Darla: "Hmm. Gung-ho, are they? Because all I'm sensing right now is big, stinky fear. (Smiles in Holland's face then turns to Lindsey) But not from you. (Walks over to him) Do you know what I'm getting from you, Lindsey? (Leans in close to his neck, exposing her fangs as if to bite him, then pulls back) Nothing. Why aren't you afraid?"
Lindsey: "I don't know."
Darla: "You could die here. Chances are you will."
Lindsey: "I know."
Darla: "And you don't care."
Lindsey: "I care. - I guess I just don't mind."
Holland with a forced laugh: "No one's going to die here. This is just a friendly get-together amongst colleagues. (Dru is dancing around Holland's back) We're all on the same - side."
Darla with a sigh: "I love this room. Dru, honey, in our new digs (goes over to Dru to put one arm around her and another around Holland) we *have* to put in a people cellar."
Holland smiles, but the smile fades quickly.

Angel walks up to the open front door of the Manners mansion and sees a blood trail on the beige carpet, leading to where Catherine is lying on the floor.
Catherine lifts her head a little: "Help us."

Dru: "Daddy's home."

Angel walks down the steps to the cellar, stops outside the open door to the former bomb shelter.
Darla: "Angelus. - Here for the tasting?"
Dru: "Look what we have for you. (Angel doesn't react) It's not Daddy. It's never Daddy. (Hisses at him) It's the Angel-beast."
Darla: "Come to punish us?"
Dru: "Yeah, yeah. (Lifts her hands as if they were tied above her head) Spank us till Tuesday (growls) We promise to be bad if you do."
Holland: "Angel...."
Angel to Darla: "I'm sorry I didn't get to you in time."
Darla: "I'm not."
Dru caressing the side of her face: "He's soul-sick. Not even thinking about his own family. (Pulls one of the men over by his hair) Only thinking about them."
Darla takes a step towards Angel: "Come on, love. I never did get that good-bye kiss."
Angel: "You will. - But not tonight."
Lilah getting up: "For god's sake, help us."
Holland: "Angel - please. - People are going to die."
Angel: "And yet, somehow, I just can't seem to care."
Holland watches wide-eyed as Angel shuts the double doors on them. Darla turns to caress Holland with a big smile on her face.
Holland: "Angel? P-please we can negotiate. We..."
Angel slides the lock on the door shut.
Dru takes a step forward: "Daddy."
Lindsey has a slight smile creasing his face.
Darla pulls Holland down and bites him.
Angel unhurriedly walks up the steps from the cellar, ignoring the screams and sounds of fighting coming from the cellar.

Angel is sitting behind his desk with Wesley, Gunn and Cordy sitting on the other side of it.
Wesley: "And you - just walked away?"
Angel: "No, I walked to my car and then I drove away."
Gunn: "You didn't do *anything*?"
Wesley: "You allowed Darla and Drusilla to have free reign."
Angel: "I didn't bring either one of them into this. They did."
Wesley: "You could have stopped them."
Angel: "And I will."
Cordy: "When? After they've finished off all the people you don't like?"
Wesley: "Angel, while it's certainly true that these lawyers brought this on themselves - what you did is..."
Cordy: "...is wrong."
Gunn: "You went too far."
Wesley after a moment: "We've all been worried about you, and I guess it's fair to say we all share some of the blame. - We should have spoken up sooner."
Gunn: "And louder."
Cordy: "You have to change the way you've been doing things. - Don't you see where this is taking you?"
Wesley: "Listen to her! Right now the three of us are all that's standing between you and real darkness."
Gunn: "Best believe that, man."
Angel quietly after a beat: "I do. - You're all fired."
Angel gets up and walks away while the other three sit there like frozen statues.

FADE TO BLACK

2x09 - The Trial

on 25 July 2009. Posted in Btvs Guide - Angel Script

Previously on Angel:

Host to Angel: "Welcome to Caritas. How about gracing us with a number?"
Wesley to Gunn: "The Host, he helps demons, reads their souls, senses their futures."
Cordy: "Yes, but he can only do it when they sing Karaoke."

Angel: "Darla. That's her!"

Angel to Darla: "So you are what Wolfram and Hart brought back in that box."

Darla: "I remember everything Angel."
Angel: "You have a soul now. Pretty soon - those memories are gonna start eating away at you."

Darla to Lindsey: "What did you bring back, Lindsey? What am I?"

Holland to Lindsey: "You not only allowed her to escape, you facilitated it."

Angel to Wesley: "She asked for my help."
Wesley: "You know better than anyone what she was."
Angel: "What we were."

Darla to Angel: "Turn me back! I can bear this pounding in my chest for another second!"
Angel: "I can't."

Angel: "Darla, wait!"
Darla: "No. Don't look for me again."

Cordy and Wesley are hovering around the closed door leading down into the Hyperion's basement.
Cordy: "Don't you think we should check on him? - He's been in that cellar a long time."
Wesley: "I keep hearing a 'chucka-chuka' sound. - What's he doing down there?"
Cordy: "How should I know? He barely says 'good morning' and 'get me a glass of blood' anymore."
Wesley: "I know. He's just so distraught about..."
Cordy: "Don't say Darla! I'm sick and tired hearing about Darla. If I hear the name Darla one more time! And he is not distraught, he is obsessed! And I thought you were gonna be a man and talk to him about this!"
Wesley: "I was a man! I said - things."
Cordy: "Like what?"
Wesley: "Like - did he prefer milk or sugar in his tea. It's how men talk about things in England."
Cordy: "Shh! Listen. It stopped."
Wesley: "He's coming!"
Both of them run away from the basement door. Cordy hops onto a stool behind the counter, looks down at some papers. Behind her Wesley picks up a file and pretends to be reading as the door opens and Angel comes out carrying an armful of clothes.
Angel: "Hi, guys. What's up?"
Cordy: "Nothing. - So, you were - doing your laundry?"
Angel folding his laundry: "Yeah. There is an old washer and dryer in the cellar. (Holds one piece up to his face) Hmm, don't you just love it when they're still warm from the dryer? (Shakes it out and looks at it) Wrinkle free - right, after you iron it for about 15 minutes!"
Wesley: "It's good to see you taking a domestic tack."
Cordy: "Yeah, you seem all calm and homey. - Are you on drugs?"
Angel: "I know I've caused you a lot of grief about his whole Darla situation - and I apologize. Darla may never need my help. All I can do is be there for her if and when she decides to come around. - But I can't do it for her, and I know that now."
Wesley smiles at Cordy: "We had tea."
Angel: "In the mean time, there is nothing I can do but - let go."
Gunn burst in holding a file: "I found Darla. (Angel walks over to look through what he's got.) It wasn't easy, but you said to keep looking and my wide ranging knowledge of L.A.'s low-rent hotels finally paid off."
Cordy to Angel: "You lied to us!"
Angel looking at some pictures: "I did. I know."
Wesley: "Why?"
Angel: "I figured you'd nag. (Cordy and Wesley exchange a look) The Royal Viking Motel."
Gunn: "Conveniently located mere steps from scenic skid row. I guess she's not living off Wolfram and Hart no more."
Angel: "They'll be looking for her, too."
Gunn: "What do you think they'll do if they find her?"
Angel: "Well, lets get there first and not find out."
Angel grabs his coat and walks towards the door, Gunn following.
Cordy: "Listen up, Mister! If you expect us to go with you on some wild goose chase, then guess again! (as they walk out the door) We're not going to enable you in your addiction!"
Wesley: "Didn't we learn anything from the tea?"

Darla takes off her cross necklace and puts it on the dresser. She puts on some bright red lipstick, then hesitates, looking at her reflection. Picks up a tissue and wipes it back off as a know sounds on her door. Darla stares at herself in the mirror. A key jangles in the lock and the door opens. Darla turns and sees Lindsey handing the Motel manager some money before closing the door behind him, never taking his eyes off her.
Lindsey: "You're a hard one to find."

Intro.

Darla sits in a chair in Lindsey's office there are a couple security guards in the background.
Lindsey clears his throat and sits on the edge of his desk.
Lindsey: "Thanks for coming in."
Darla: "Did I ever have a choice?"
Holland comes in carrying some files, nods at the guard, who leaves, closing the door.
Holland: "Of course. - We would never force you to do anything against your will, Darla."
Darla: "It wasn't my will to be here in the first place. I never asked for this life."
Holland sits down in a chair next to hers: "Well, - no one ever does. God doesn't give us a say in these matters."
Darla: "God wasn't there one who brought me back."
Holland: "True."
Darla: "So, what do you want me to do for you now? Go back to him? I won't matter even if I did. There is nothing between us anymore."
Darla looks down at her hands while Holland glances over at Lindsey.
Holland: "You misunderstand. We didn't invite you here to discuss Angel."
Lindsey: "This is about you."
Darla looks up at Lindsey.
Holland: "You are not our prisoner, Darla. - You are, however our *moral* responsibility."
He hands her the files in his hand and Darla looks through them.
Holland: "No doubt you remember very little of your first few weeks with us. - No one eve really remembers their first days of life, but that's when these were initiated."
Darla shakes her head slightly and looks up at Lindsey: "Did-did you know anything about this?"
Lindsey just looks at her and Darla looks back down at the papers in her lap.
Holland: "Now, we're prepared to deal with this situation anyway you see fit. - It's up to you. - We just thought you should know.

At the Viking Motel Gunn walks into Darla's room. Angel is standing in the open doorway.
Gunn: "She ain't here, bro."
Angel: "No. But she was, not long ago. (Sniffs) Scent's still fresh. A lot of fear."
Gunn: "Don't envy you that particular talent. Not based on what I'm getting with just my standard issue human smeller. (Looks around the room. Behind him Angel enters) Man, not even for free cable, you know what I'm sayin'?"
Angel: "She chose this neighborhood for a reason."
Gunn looks from Angel to the door and back.
Gunn: "Bro, how'd you..?"
Angel: "Oh, Motel, public accommodation. She didn't live here."
Gunn: "Yeah? I wouldn't call it living, either. Hey, looks like maybe she was expecting company (Picks up Darla's cross from the dresser) in the form of you."
Angel looks around the room: "No blood. Nothing new, anyway."
Gunn: "You smellin' that, too?"
Angel: "This room's seen a lot of it."
Gunn: "No doubt. Big step down from her last digs, that's for sure."
Angel: "When you're desperate - you do what you have to do."

France 1765, night. A horse carrying two riders trots into a barn. Angelus and Darla dismount.
Angelus: "This is outrages! Don't these people know who we are?"
Darla: "I think they do. Which would explain the lynch mob. Look, we should all rest. It'll be dawn in a few hours and she won't last another mile, not carrying us both."
Angelus closing the barn door: "Right. I hate the French. We should go some place like Romania."
Darla: "In Italy you said we should go some place like France."
Angelus: "At least in Romania they really know how to treat a creature of the night."
Darla: "You were craving rich food, that's what you said, something - French."
Darla lights a lantern while Angelus looks out at the dark countryside.
Angelus: "The valley seems quiet."
Darla: "I told you we lost them back in Arles. I'm sure of it."
Angelus: "This man, Holtz, how does he keep finding us?"
Darla: "Well, we stay in the best hotels, order room service, eat the waiters - people talk."
Angelus: "Holtz is no mere mortal, I tell you that."
Darla: "Of course he is. He's just a man, a vampire hunter."
Angelus: "Yeah. Good enough to have driven us into a stinking barn like animals."
Darla with a smile: "All right then, let's *be* animals, at least for tonight. (Walks over to a pile of hey and reclines on it) Unless, of course, you're too tired."
Angelus: "Shouldn't we be keeping watch?"
Darla: "I can see the window, and we'll hear hoof beats should anyone approach."
Angelus walks over to her, smiling: "You always make the best of it, don't you?"
Darla: "Come now you have to admit that the chase can be exhilarating (Angelus drops to his knees beside her) especially with the proper companion."
Angelus leans down to kiss her and a flaming stake whizzes by where his head was moments before and stick in a wooden post.
Angelus: "Bastards!"

Darla is sitting at a table in a real dive, across form her sits a vampire showing off his vamp face.
Darla: "That's great. (Smiles) Really - very threatening."
Vampire laughs: "It's getting to you, isn't it? You know, when I was a-a human, I didn't have much luck with the women."
Darla takes a drink: "Hard to believe."
Vampire: "I had kind of a skin condition. But now - it's something about the teeth I guess. (Bares his fangs) Chicks go crazy for it."
Darla: "You got girlfriends everywhere I imagine."
Vampire: "Well, mostly I just kill 'em. Dump the bodies."
Darla: "That must be very lonely for you."
Vampire: "We're a lonely sort, we - creatures of the night. Doomed to walk the earth, that kind of deal."
Darla: "Ah, how long have you been..."
Vampire: "Oh, an eternal child of the darkness? Since, ah - '92."
Darla: "19 - 92?"
Vampire chuckles: "I know. It's hard to believe it's already the last century."
Darla: "And in all this - time you've never considered making yourself a - mate?"
Vampire: "How do you mean?"
Darla: "Well, isn't it true that some vampires choose a mortal, someone they can sire, someone who, too, can walk those lonely nights, hunting with them, feeding with them, (puts her hand on his) joining with them?"
Vampire looks down at her hands covering his then gives a laugh.
Vampire: "No! That'd just be weird."
Darla: "Weird? - It's mythic!"
Vampire shakes his finger at her: "No, you been reading too much Anne Rice lately! You've got no idea how this thing works!"
Darla: "Then teach me."
Vampire: "Oh, what, you want me to make you?"
Darla: "Why do you think I came into this bar, for the snacks?"
Vampire: "Sweetheart, in this bar, you are the snacks."
Darla smiles at him: "I live nearby. We can go back to my place, you can do it there."
Vampire: "Y-you're serious about this. (Darla nods slightly) So what? I make you and then you'd be like my immortal babe?"
Darla: "Yes."
Vampire: "Ah, well, that kind of sounds like commitment to me."
Darla: "Then use me for as long as you like, anyway you like, then discard me. - No strings."
Vampire after a beat: "There is an alley out back."
Darla gets up, grabs a hold of his hand and drags him out.

Alley behind the bar, Darla is still dragging the guy.
Vampire: "How do you know I won't just kill you here, drain you and leave your body?"
Darla puts her purse down on the hood of a car and gives him a hard kiss, then steps back. Vampire's eyes popped open wide.
Darla: "I'll take my chances."
Vampire: "I - I- I should probably mention that I... - I'm not real clear on how this thing works."
Darla: "What?"
Vampire: "Well, ah, I never actually did it, ah, to anybody before - and I was kind of out when it happened to me."
Darla taking a deep breath: "I'll walk you through it. (Steps closer) Drink. (Exposes her neck) When you feel my heart start to slow stop."
Vampire leans in while Darla closes her eyes. He's about to sink his fangs into her neck when he dissolves into a cloud of dust revealing Angel.
Darla: "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Angel: "Saving you."
Darla: "I wasn't *in* any danger, Angelus. Believe me, I picked a stupid one. I always pick the stupid ones, didn't you know that? - I can take care of myself."
Angel: "I didn't mean from him. I was saving you from yourself."
Darla: "Who asked you?"
Angel: "This isn't the answer."
Darla: "You don't even know what the question is. Why can't you leave me alone."
She tires to walk past him but he stops her, leaning close into her face.
Angel: "You do this thing and I won't be able to leave you alone, don't you get that? I'll never be able to leave you alone. (Holds up the stake) Next time it'll be you on the end of this stake. - I'm sorry, but I don't want that, not again."
Darla: "Don't worry. I wouldn't let it happen twice."
Darla walks past him.
Angel: "Where are you going?"
Darla: "Not back in there, everyone saw me leave with the Mullet. Try something on the westside, I guess."
Angel: "Another dive, another looser?"
Darla turns back to him: "What do you care?"
Angel steps closer: "This isn't you, Darla."
Darla: "You know, just because we had a thing for 150 years, don't presume you know me!"
Angel: "So you really want to be made by some creep in some filthy alley?"
Darla: "I wanted you to do it."
Angel: "That'll never happen."
Darla turns to go: "So I do what I have to do. Anyway, you were made in an alley, if I recall."
Angel: "That's not the point."
Darla spins back around: "Yeah, well, what is the point, Angelus?"
Angel: "The point is, you were undead for 400 years, you've only been human again for a few months. Why not give it some time."
Darla: "I don't have time."
Angel: "You do. You've been given a second chance. Don't throw that away before you have the opportunity to..."
Darla closing her eyes: "I'm dying."
Angel: "What?"
Darla looks at him: "Yeah. And not some time. Not later. Now. Right now. They showed me the medical files, all the tests said the same thing: I have about two months left, three at the most. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm in sort of a hurry."
She turns to go and Angel stares after her.

Back in France in the past the barn is on fire and surrounded by screaming peasants, carrying torches.
Angelus: "How many men do you supposed he has with him?"
Darla: "I can't die. Not like this."
Angelus: "Well, we can try to flee to the hills to the south."
Darla: "We'll never make it before the sun rises, not by foot."
Angelus: "We'll not make it easy for 'em, I can tell you that. They're men - mortals. Between the two of us we can go out with a reputation. (Looks outside through a crack) Even death with the right companion..."
As he turns back towards Darla she hits him across the face with a 2x4, knocking him down. While slowly picks himself back up, she hurriedly mounts the horse.
Darla: "I hope you survive this, Angelus. If you do, maybe we meet again in Vienna."
With that she rides out of the barn.

Hyperion, night. Cordy hears someone open the doors and turns to Wesley, who's reading a newspaper.
Cordy in a whisper: "Angel's back (Wesley glances up) and he has *Darla* with him!"
Wesley gets up and he and Cordy walk around the counter to confront Angel and Darla.
Cordy: "Hi. (Sees the bag Darla is carrying) You're - planning on sleeping over?"
Darla puts down the bag: "I'm dying."
Cordy: "So just for the one night then."
Wesley: "Dying?"
Darla: "He doesn't believe it."
Wesley: "Angel, what's going on?"
Angel: "Wolfram and Hart showed her some medical files supposedly proving that she's only got a few months left to live."
Cordy: "So maybe *more* than the one night."
Wesley: "And you believe it's some kind of trick."
Angel: "We're talking about Wolfram and Hart! Of course it's a trick. They're trying to play some kind of mind game."
Wesley: "To what end?"
Angel: "I don't know, but we're not gonna take the bait."
Darla: "No, you just don't wanna believe it, that's all."
Angel: "I don't wanna believe anything from them."
Wesley: "It's true. They can't really be trusted."
Darla: "I don't trust them, but I know a thing or two about mind games. (To Angel) So do you. We played them together for over a century."
Cordy: "Yes, but you were just soulless bloodsucking demons, they're lawyers."
Angel: "She's right. We were amateurs."
Darla: "And if you're wrong?"
Angel after a beat: "I'm not. And I'm gonna prove it to you. (Steps closer to Wes and Cordy) Can you guys just watch over her for a while? I'll be back soon."
Wesley: "Of course."
Cordy: "Don't worry about a thing."
Angel turns to leave: "Thanks."
Darla: "You can't force me to stay here."
Angel: "You're not a prisoner."
Darla: "I've been hearing that a lot lately."
Angel: "Just give me a chance. - Okay?"
After a moment Angel turns and leaves.
Cordy: "So, first up - you're a prisoner."
Wesley: "I'd have to concur with that, yes."
Cordy: "See, you've got our friend - all - in knots."
Wesley: "Can't say we like you much."
Cordy: "So, sorry about the dying, but if you try to escape - we *will* hit you."
Wesley: "On the head."
Cordy: "With very large and heavy objects. - Okay?"

Lindsey is sitting in his dimly lit apartment, drinking. Suddenly the door burst inward and Angel is standing in the corridor.
Angel: "I may not be able to come in, Lindsey, but..."
Lindsey taking another sip: "Wipe your feet."
Angel: "What?"
Lindsey gets up: "Wipe your feet. You can come in."
Angel just stands there.
Lindsey: "Jeez. I invite you in already."
Lindsey goes to pour himself another drink. Angel grabs him by the throat and slams the back of his head on to the counter top.
Lindsey: "Does it really look like you have to throttle me for information?"
Angel: "Need to?"
Angel pulls Lindsey back up and pushes him away from him.
Lindsey: "Yes, she's dying. Yes, those medical reports you saw are real. You want a second opinion? (Picks up some files and throws them at Angel) Here. How about a thrid? Hmm? How about a thenth? I used every connection Wolfram and Hart had. (Points at the file Angel is looking at) That's my own personal doctor. They all say the same thing: syphilitic heart condition - terminal. (Refills his glass) Looks like our Darla was a working girl in the New World. Syphilis was what she was dying from when she was human. - Now she's human again. Kind of picking up where she left off. Of course, today something like that could be cleared up with a few antibiotics - if you catch it in time. We're about a month and - what? 400 years too late?"
Angel looks up from the files he'd been reading: "So you didn't believe them either. (Lindsey drops his eyes to his glass) - So it's true."
Lindsey: "I had to be sure."
Angel: "Why?"
Lindsey: "Why? Because I don't want her to die anymore than you do."
Angel looks him up and down for a moment.
Angel: "Do you love her, Lindsey? (Lindsey looks down) Is that what this is? Heh - look at you. A few short months with her and you go all schoolboy. I was with her for *150* years."
Lindsey: "But you never loved her."
Angel after a short beat: "I wasn't capable of it and neither are you."
Lindsey: "Maybe not. - But I'd save her if I could. And you can. And you won't. (Gets up) So you got s choice pal: waste the last two months of her life searching for a cure that doesn't exist, watch her wither away and die - or you can use the only real power you got. You can make this disease go away today if you wanted to."
Angel: "By killing her again."
Lindsey: "By giving her life! Eternal life."
Angel: "And then what, Lindsey? You and her can be together? If I were to do it - if I turned her, how long do think it would be before she hunted you down and had you for breakfast? - I've got to say, I mean, that thought alone almost makes it worth it. But - there is another way, and I'll find it."
Angel throws the medical files at Lindsey and walks out.

Darla is outside in the garden court at the Hyperion. Cordy and Wes are in the lobby, holding cups of tea.
Cordy: "I mean, not only is she putting *his* life at stake, but ours! I'm sorry, but after 400 hundred years of death and destruction, seems to me, you get voted off the island. Am I right?"
They notice Angel standing in the lobby, hands buried in his pocket's staring straight ahead.
Cordy: "You're back."
Angel doesn't move.
Wesley: "Was it - good news?"
They look where he's staring and see Darla through the glass doors, smelling a flower out in the court.
Angel: "Just give me a minute, will you, guys?"

Angel slowly walks out into the court.
Darla: "Hmm, Jasmine. It blooms at night. I remember what that was like. (Looks over at Angel. Gets up) I told you. I told you it was the truth."
Angel: "Darla...."
Darla: "No, I have to go."
She tries to walk past him, but Angel blocks her way.
Angel: "We'll find a cure. We'll do something."
Darla: "You'll do something! Now, I've been around long enough to know when something is a lost cause - unless..."
Angel: "That's exactly what they want us to do, Darla. We'd be playing right into their hands."
Darla: "I don't care. I don't wanna die."
Angel: "I can't give you what you want."
Darla: "It's what I need."
Angel: "No, it's not what you need, Darla. Really it's not. I don't know what you need. I wish I did."
Darla turns away: "I don't know either."
Angel after a moment: "No. You do. You're the only one that could. You just can't see it that's all. You need a little help."

Darla sits on the stage at Caritas while Angel stands beside the Host at the bar.
Darla singing: "Blow, ill wind, blow away. Let me rest today. You're blowing me no good..."
Host watching her: "Ooh!"
Angel: "What is that? What does that mean, ooh?"
Host: "It means 'ooh, ground control to major Tom' we may not be able to save this bird."
Angel: "I'm gonna save her and you're gonna help me."
Host looks at Angel: "I sense pain and anger. Are you still testy from the last time?"
Angel: "When you sent me to that swami who was dead, and his imposter tried to kill me? Why would I be testy about that?"
Host: "That was painful. (Goes to sit at a table) I'm still reeling."
Angel, sits down next to him: "Yeah, I feel your pain, what with him trying to kill me and all."
Host: "People try to kill *you* everyday. I'm talking about Ramone. Over heard us, betrayed me. The man was a world-class bartender. He made a sea breeze that took you to Tahiti. Mmm. He's off the menu now."
Angel: "Can we get back to Darla?"
Host: "If you shush up and listen to the bridge."
Darla singing: "You're only misleading the sunshine I'm needing. Ain't that a shame? It's so hard to keep up with troubles that creep up from out of nowhere (the Host is watching Angel watch Darla) when love..."
Angel: "Aren't you supposed to be reading her?"
Host: "I'm a channel surfer. Look, you're a big hunk of hero sandwich. You wanna save the girl. I can see why. But you're missing the crucial point here. Things fall apart. Not everything can be put back together, no matter how much you want it."
Angel: "She's not gonna die."
Host: "Why do you care *so* much? She had more than most of us, already 400 plus years."
Angel: "As a vampire. Before that she was... She... She never had a chance."
Darla finishes her song to big applause.
Host: "Someone get my heart. That girl's ripped it right out. - Okay, I know I'm probably going to regret this. In fact, being prescient, I'm actually sure of it. There is one way. It-it's a bit of a quest - and - it will probably kill you."
Angel: "I'll take it."
Host writes down an address: "Alright, big fella, you asked for it. You're about to face the hell and the high water. - Go to this address."
Angel: "What is it?"
Host: "It's were we find out if you're really ready to take the plunge."

Angel and Darla walk up to a pool.
Angel laughing: "Well, here we are."
Darla: "I don't think this is right."
Angel: "Well, he said I had to take the plunge."
Darla: "Into an empty pool?"
Angel: "Sure. 'cause if you had water, you'd get all wet and miss out on all that skull crushing."
Darla: "Maybe he meant another pool."
Angel: "Something in a Koi pond. They're were Zen. Nah, he's must testing me. It's that whole leap of faith thing."
Angel walks up onto the diving board.
Darla: "Then don't do it. Angel, some green horned lounge singer asks you to do something and you just do it? - Why?"
Angel just looks at her.
Angel taking a deep breath: "I'm either coming back with a cure - or you're about to see something kinda funny."
Takes a running step, bounces off the end of the board and takes a header into the empty pool. But instead of hitting the bottom he disappears through it with a blue crackle, and tucks and rolls back to his feet in a dungeon like chamber.
Jeeves: "Well, we certainly have faith. Now we'll test your valor."
Angel turns to see a guy looking like a butler in a black suit and tie standing there.
Jeeves: "I shall be assisting you with the trials, sir."
Angel looks to the side and there is Darla.
Angel: "Darla. Why is she here?"
Jeeves: "You wish to save her life?"
Angel: "Yes."
Jeeves: "She is your collateral then. Should you complete all three trials, she will be made - whole."
Angel: "What happens if I don't complete the trials?"
Jeeves: "She dies instantly. - In the mean time, Darla, you can relax with an iced beverage in our - antechamber."
Darla suddenly disappears.
Angel: "No."
Jeeves: "Oh, it's better this way, sir. I a few moments no living thing will be safe in here."
Angel: "You can't. Nobody said that she would..."
Jeeves: "Oh, I'm sorry if there was a misunderstanding, but *life* is the bargain here, you have place hers in the balance (We hear a growl and Angel glance at the gate in the wall behind him) along with your own, of course. Anyway, you best get ready now, sir. This is no time to be dwelling on the negative."

Jeeves: "Your trials will consist of three separate challenges. I'll need your shirt and shoes."
Angel takes off his coat and shirt and throws them at Jeeves.
Angel: "Unarmed combat?"
Jeeves: "Well - you'll be unarmed, yes."
Angel: "Okay. Three challenges. - What are they?"
Jeeves: "That's for you to discover, sir. - Uhm, shoes and socks, please."
Angel takes them off and hands them to Jeeves.
Angel: "I'm thinking you've seen this play before. Give me something I can work with."
Jeeves: "I've never given information to a challenger before."
Angel: "How many of them have asked?"
Jeeves: "Well, in theory, the first test is child's play. Once that gate opens, all you have to do is walk through it."
Angel: "That's it? What's the catch?"
Jeeves: "Yes, well, uhm, that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
Angel: "Okay, that's one. What's two and three?"
Jeeves: "Oh, I really wouldn't know about the last tow tests, sir. I've never seen anyone survive the first one. - Best of luck."
Jeeves disappears the way Darla did earlier.
The gate rises and an ugly yellow demon, armed with a sword and two chains with sharp hooks at the ends walks in.
Angel: "You must be the catch."
The demon swings the chains around trying to hook Angel, but he manages to avoid them. Then Angel runs up the wall and around the outside of one of the arced doorways ringing the chamber (very cool stunt this) trying to get by the demon and reach the door. But the demon hooks one of Angel's thighs and drags him across the floor towards him.

Standing next to Darla in the ante-chamber, Jeeves is looking at his pocket watch.
Jeeves: "Seventeen seconds. Already twice the time most others have lasted."
Darla: "Call this off."
Jeeves: "Impossible. Once the tests have started they can't be stopped."
Darla: "I need to see what's happening - now."
Jeeves: "If you insist. But please remember - you did ask."
He touches Darla's forehead and there is a short flash of light.
Angel's head rocks back as the demon hits him and Darla's head moves as well as she flinches. We cut back between Darla and Angel getting hit and it looks like Darla feels every hit connecting.
The demon hits Angel a few more times then kicks him in the side. The demon lets go of the chain hooked into Angel's thigh and pulls out his sword. Angel pulls the hook out and catches the sword on the chain then scrambles to his feet. He runs through one of the arced doorways into the narrow corridor circling the chamber. The demon runs after him, but Angel has disappeared. As the demon stops, Angel drops down behind him (he had wedged himself between the walls above him) and hits him with a hard right then turns and runs back into the chamber. The demon runs through another arc, but Angel is waiting just inside the chamber beside it and rips the sword from his grip and cuts him across the waist. The two halves fall to the ground and Angel breathes a sigh of relief.

As does Darla. She shakes her head and smiles at Jeeves, who only raises his eyebrows at her.

Angel limps over to the gate, but it stays closed. Angel strains against it.
Angel: "Hey! I defeated him! Open up!"
He hears a growl and turns to see the top half of the demon hand-walk over to his legs and pull them against his cut as if he was putting on a pair of pants. While Angel (and Darla in the chamber) watch in horror, the two halves merge.
Darla flinches as the Demon comes at Angel swinging both hooks, but Angel quickly manages to cut him in half again. He hooks the bottom half, drags it to the wall and loops the chain over a light fixture. Drags the chain wrapped top half to the opposite wall and hangs it off another light fixture.
The demon growls and twitches but can't free his hands from the chains.
The Gate rises and Angel limps through it.

In the antechamber Darla is breathing heavily, as Jeeves checks his watch again.
Darla: "Is this how a guy like you gets his rocks off?"
Jeeves: "Oh, I have no feelings about this contest one way or another, miss. - Do you?"

The gate comes back down behind Angel, leaving him facing a long dark corridor. The ceiling opens to let the moonlight in and Angel sees that the floor and walls of it are covered with crosses in all shapes and sizes. About half way down there is a basin on a pedestal and a door at the other end of it.

Jeeves is eating a cookie.
Darla: "Why don't you just kill him if you want him dead."
Jeeves: "We don't *want* anything, miss. In this place, the journey is all. Where it may lead is not our concern."
Angel takes a deep breath and runs as fast as he can with his skewered thigh along the corridor. Hisses of steam rise with each of his steps as the crosses burn his bare feet. He passes the basin, gives it a passing glance, stumbles and lands full length on the floor, screaming as the crosses burn his bare skin. He pushes himself up, burning his hands.
Darla flinches, wide-eyed.
Angel makes it to the door, but it's locked. He turns, limps back to the basin. It's filled with water and there is a key at the bottom of it.
Darla: "Holy Water!"
Angel plunges his right hand into the water, screaming as the water boils around his arm, fishes the key out. His arm and hand holding it look like raw meat. He makes it back to the door and unlocks it.

Jeeves is checking his watch again.
Jeeves: "He's quite remarkable."
Darla: "Yes - he is."

Angel limps into the next chamber, grimacing with the pain. Chains shoot out and manacles clamp around his wrists and ankles then pull tight leaving him spread-eagled.
Jeeves enters clapping his hands.
Jeeves: "Well played! You fielded our strokes from end to end. My hat's off to you, sir. Of course there is one final challenge."
Jeeves turns to look at the wall facing Angel as rows upon rows of stakes poke out of it.
Angel: "What is this?"
Jeeves: "I think you know, sir."
Angel, breathing hard, is staring at the stakes.
Darla, breathing hard, closes her eyes.
Angel: "Stakes? You call this (starts coughing) a test? The only way this can work is you kill me, huh?"
Jeeves: "Exactly. You do understand - this third test has no catch, as you out it. Death is the final challenge. - We can't restore one life without taking another. You see? In order for Darla to live, you must die."

Jeeves: "I apologize for any discomfort this may be causing. I really - can't imagine the pain."
Angel: "How about we switch places and we won't have to, huh?"
Jeeves: "Oh, my death wouldn't balance a thing, sir. Yours on the other hand..."
Angel: "I die, Darla lives."
Jeeves: "Yes. I'm unaware of any deities the vampire worships, but if you'd like to pray (pulls a lever and the stakes pull back, spring-loaded into place) now would be the time."

Darla shakes her head: "Don't do this."

Angel staring at the stakes: "What are you waiting for?"
Jeeves: "For you, sir. I can't proceed without your permission. You've earned a choice. Accept your death so she may live or..."
Angel yelling: "Or what?!"
Jeeves: "Leave. - Refuse the challenge and walk away. No one will stop you. Our doors are all open to you. You've done that yourself."
Angel: "What about Darla?"
Jeeves: "Oh, she dies."
Angel: "No deal."
Jeeves: "I expected as much. A pity. I'm beginning to like you."
Angel: "Spare me."
Jeeves: "I'd very much like to. (Steps closer) Do you mind if I ask you a question? - Isn't the world a better place with you in it? You can save so many people. It seems - she can barely save herself."
Angel doesn't answer.

Darla has a tear in her eye.

Jeeves: "You know better than anyone he world can be a very bad place. Take yourself out, put her in - how long will it be before she stumbles, before she falls?"
Angel: "I don't know."
Jeeves: "No - you don't. Are you still ready to give her life when she can promise you - nothing?"
Angel looks him straight in the eye: "Yes."

Darla licks her lips and swallows.

Jeeves: "As you wish."

Darla shakes her head: "No."

Angel takes a deep breath: "Do it."

Jeeves releases the stakes and they hurtle towards Angel.

Darla flinches and screams: "No!"
She squirms, her eyes closed. She opens them to see Angel in front of her, once again fully dressed but panting, hunched over, barely able to stand.
Darla: "Angel!"
Jeeves: "Congratulations. You've passed the third test - by accepting death. - I'm told no one's ever gone that far before - in terms of sacrifice. - Kudos."
Angel: "Pay up."
Jeeves: "Of course. (To Darla) You're a lucky woman, and soon you'll have your whole life ahead. - Use it wisely."
Angel: "Hey, Jeeves, unless this fortune cookie crap is some new kind of torture, what you say we get on with it, huh?"
Jeeves turns to Darla and motions for her to come closer: "This way, miss."
He puts his hands on the sides of her head and they both close their eyes as Angel tries to straighten up so he can get a better view.
Jeeves opens his eyes and lets his hands drop.
Jeeves: "Oh."
Darla: "What?"
Angel: "What is it?"
Jeeves: "This is - very embarrassing."
Angel: "What is?"
Jeeves: "Not to mention unprecedented. She's - she's been given new life once before - by supernatural means, yes?"
Darla nods slightly: "They brought me back."
Angel: "What are you saying?"
Jeeves: "I can't help you."
Angel: "We had a bargain. She's earned a second chance."
Jeeves: "She's living her second chance. (The wall shivers and a set of stairs leading up appears) But you played the game magnificently. (Angel gives him a dark look and Jeeves adjusts his cuffs) Perhaps you should have told us that she was brought to life - before this all started. I truly *am* sorry, sir. The fact of the matter is (Steps back and dissolves) there is nothing I can do."
Angel doesn't move.
Darla: "Angel..."
Suddenly Angel over turns the table with the refreshments. A demon guard tries to stop him and Angel hits him hard enough to send him flying into a wall, another guard comes up and Angel hits him, making him fall back onto the steps, then picks him up and throws him across the room. He picks up an urn and smashes it, then sweeps all the candles and stuff off a side table, then starts hitting his fist over and over against a stone pillar. The hits come slower and slower. Darla walks towards him as we see stone dust puff out from where he keeps hitting the pillar. Angel's knees give way and he slides down the pillar, resting his head against it. (Beautiful music btw.)

Angel and Darla are sitting in her dingy motel room, Darla on the bed, Angel on a chair by the door.
Angel: "Maybe it would be different. - We don't know. - Maybe, uh... because, you know, I have a soul - if-if I did bite you..."
Darla: "No."
Angel: "We don't know what it would do to you."
Darla: "Angel, I've seen it now - everything you're going through, everything you've gone through. - I felt it. I felt how you care. The way no one's ever cared before - not for me. (Gives him a tiny smile) - That's all I need from you."
Angel: "That's not enough."
Darla: "It is."
Angel: "How could the powers allow you to be brought back and dangle a second chance and take it away like this?"
Darla: "Maybe this is my second chance."
Angel: "To die?"
Darla: "Yes. To die - the way I was supposed to die in the first place."
They look at each other for a moment before Darla turns away drawing a shaky breath. Angel gets up and, still limping slightly, goes to sit next to her.
Angel: "I'm not gonna leave you (Darla looks at him trying not to cry) every moment you have left - I'm gonna be by your side. - You're never gonna be alone again."
He drapes his, still burned looking, right hand around her shoulder and pulls her close as she begins to cry.

Suddenly the door bursts open, and a dark clad guy presses a sparking tazer against Angel's side, dropping him to the floor, while two other ones grab a hold of Darla. The first guy keeps tazering Angel, while a fourth tapes his hands behind his back.
Lindsey walks in, grabs a hold of Angel's hair and pulls his head up.
Lindsey: "How did you think this would end?"
Drusilla wearing a low cut, red dress, glides into the room and over to where the two guys are holding Darla. Darla struggles but can't get free. Angel watches helplessly as Dru morphs into vamp face, brushes the hair away from Darla's neck and bites her. As Lindsey watches, Darla slides down onto the bed and Dru sits down next to her. Looking at Angel, Dru scratches a bloody line across her breast then picks Darla up and presses her mouth over it, holding her like a suckling babe,as Angel watches, unable to do anything.

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