TEASER
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - ANGEL'S ROOM - DAY
ON CRACKS in the wall. A HAND enters frame and runs a finger along them. PULL OUT to see the hand belongs to
ANGEL, who studies it, lost in his thoughts.
GROOSALUGG (O.S.)
Angel...
WIDEN as Angel looks over at the GROOSALUGG who steps up beside him, and speaks to him with grave concern.
GROOSALUGG
You and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion -- Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder. By now, my counsel must assuredly hold weight, so I beseech you to heed my words...
ANGEL
(shrugging)
Mmo-kay.
GROOSALUGG
"Pomegranate Mist" is the wrong color for this room.
ANGEL
What?
CUT WIDE to see a flurry of activity in the room (which has been mostly repaired since the earthquake, though some cosmetic damage remains). CORDELIA polishes away at a dresser (in what was once the baby's area); GUNN slides the scorched stove back into place; FRED spackling away at a large hole in the plaster chimes in:
FRED
We were just thinking... Well, I was thinking and Groo agreed... That, well, since we have to repaint your room anyway, maybe you'd like a change. Y'know, for a change.
ANGEL
Groo agreed?
CORDELIA
Don't mock. He's actually got a surprisingly good color sense.
GROO brings up a paint color chart.
GROOSALUGG
"Sunburst splendor" is a hue more worthy of a champion. Or perhaps this unique one called...
(sounding it out)
"Purr-Pleh."
ANGEL
(correcting him)
Purple.
(then)
And yet you had no problem pronouncing "Pomegranate."
GROOSALUGG
(sadly)
It was my mother's name.
GUNN starts crossing past, carrying a charred end table. Angel heads him off.
ANGEL
Hang on. Where you going with that?
GUNN
I'm tossing it.
ANGEL
It's an antique.
GUNN
It's a charcoal briquette.
Angel takes it from him.
ANGEL
We're not throwing it out.
(to others)
And the wall color stays, too. Look, guys, I appreciate everybody's help... Really. But I just want everything back the way it was, okay?
(then, as he moves)
Or... close to it.
Angel carries the end table back near Cordelia.
CORDELIA
Not gonna be, y'know?
Angel looks at her. She gestures to the wall and molding.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
Unless we pay for real, dishonest-to-
goodness, overpriced, contractors, those cracks are always gonna show.
ANGEL
Let 'em.
As he sets the end table down, he notices
ANGEL'S POV - Something reflective stuck behind the dresser Cordy's working on.
CORDELIA
Ah, the old "gives the place"
character" philosophy. Guess that served you pretty well living in rotted out mansions and--
She stops when she sees him reach down and bring up...
A SNOWGLOBE. Inside, a primary colorful fairy-tale castle, a CAT CHARACTER in a suite of armor engaged in an action tableau with a cartoony DRAGON - very Disney-like (thought nothing to be litigious about).
Angel sits on a chair as he turns the globe over, revealing a TURNKEY. He winds it. "Brahm's Lullaby" plays as he turns it upright, the faux snow falling on the scene.
ANGEL
Don't know why I bought this for him.
A whim, I guess... Thought he'd like to look at it. The snow. Doesn't ever snow in Southern California.
ON CORDELIA, watching him.
CORDELIA
Did, once.
He looks up at her. Then turns and notices the others looking at him as well. After a moment, Angel stands...
ANGEL
Hey, y'know... we shouldn't be wasting our time fixing up my place when we've got work to do.
He starts toward the door, the snowglobe still in his hand.
GUNN
What work?
ANGEL
Our jobs. The business. We're neglecting our cases.
FRED
Um, Angel? We don't have any cases.
We haven't had a call in over a week.
Angel hesitates, disappointed.
ANGEL
Really?
(then)
Well, somebody ought to be downstairs. In case a walk-in should... walk in.
(as he exits)
'Cause we get those. Sometimes.
He's gone, as the others look after him.
CORDELIA
(with a sigh)
Never on Sundays.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - MEANWHILE
PHILLIP SPIVEY, an unassuming guy, has just entered through the front door. He tentatively steps in, looking around. (NOTE: He should be on the slim side, though his clothes might help disguise that.)
SPIVEY
(calling out)
Um... Hello? Angel Investigations?
Getting no answer, he crosses further into the lobby.
SPIVEY (cont'd)
(a bit louder)
Excuse me! Is anybody here?
His voice ECHOES somewhat in the cavernous, empty lobby, perhaps startling him a little. There's the merest bait-schmucking here.
SPIVEY (cont'd)
Hey! Hell--
He stops suddenly when something at his feet catches his eye. He glances down. FOLLOW his gaze to the floor and WIDEN as we see the faint stain of the PENTAGRAM Angel painted in episode 17.
NEW ANGLE ON SPIVEY, squinting at the unholy image. As he looks back up and scans the reception area with a certain amount of impatience, he fails to see SOMETHING moving in the B.G.:
A TRANSLUCENT, TENTACLED, SLUG-LIKE CREATURE (or, for brevity's sake, "SLUK") slithers quickly past, on the floor.
SPIVEY (cont'd)
Uh, look... Unless you want me to take my business someplace else...
He waits one more moment for a response.
SPIVEY (cont'd)
Fine.
(turning to leave; under his breath)
Probably couldn't find my dog anyw--
BAM! The SLUK is suddenly on his face. He staggers back as two of the creature's tentacles insert themselves into his nostrils, instantaneously injecting him with paralyzing toxins as he makes no move to stop it. His eyes go WIDE with terror as the SLUK forces and folds itself into his mouth (perhaps muffling his blood-curdling SCREAM of pain and horror, if in fact he screams at all.)
NEW ANGLE - ANGEL descending the stairs. He stops when he notices SPIVEY, whose back is to him.
ANGEL
(to himself)
Yyyes...
(brightening, to
Spivey)
Hi! Sorry. Hope you weren't, uh...
Can I help you?
ON THE GUY - a moment passes before he slowly turns to look at Angel. The Sluk's gone, but the man's expression and demeanor have changed. He seems distracted and odd. Angel's too anxious to notice.
SPIVEY
What-- what was that?
ANGEL
I was just saying... If you're looking for Angel Investigations, I'm he. Him. Angel. And you are...?
SPIVEY
I... I need...
ANGEL
Don't be embarrassed. Whatever your problems are, I'm here to listen.
And help, of course.
SPIVEY
We have to go.
He spins on his heels and moves to the exit. Confused, Angel moves after him.
ANGEL
Whoa, wait. What-- Something wrong?
(noticing the floor, understanding)
Oh! The pentagram? Don't-- It's just a... Don't worry about it. Old case. I'm totally available to give you my full...
He turns to see Spivey's gone. Angel stares after him.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(weakly)
...attention.
BLACK OUT.
END OF TEASER
EXT. L.A. - ESTABLISHING - DAY
FLASH CUTS of the city, and possibly the hotel, take us to DUSK.
INT. JUICE BAR - EVENING
PANNING across the small establishment (which a neon sign identifies as "KING OF THE JUICE BAR"), we see a few CUSTOMERS - mother and child, young couple - sh**ting aghast glances over at another area from which we HEAR SLURPING NOISES, alternating with RASPY breaths.
The CAMERA comes to settle upon a pimply KID behind the counter, conferring with a concerned-looking MANAGER in hushed whispers. The Kid points, the Manager looks at
SPIVEY, standing nearby, guzzling down two large drinks in both hands, almost simultaneously. Finishing them, licking every drop of moisture left around the rims, he drops the cups to the floor.
TILT DOWN with them to show the floor around him is littered with a dozen or so other empty cups at his feet.
As he steps back up to the counter, he appears more GAUNT since the teaser, his skin's turned POWDERY and ASHEN, his hair BRITTLE and COLORLESS, his lips DRY and CRUSTY. Also, his breathing is HARSH and LABORED.
SPIVEY
(to Kid)
More. Like the last ones.
SPIVEY fishes out his wallet as the Manager steps in.
MANAGER
I don't wanna be rude, sir, but you've been here for almost six hours...
KID
(chiming in)
And, like, a hundred peach smoothies.
MANAGER
And I think... I think you're not well. Sir.
KID
(to Spivey)
Dude, you haven't taken a whiz since you got here.
Spivey rips apart his cash-empty wallet - a couple of pennies bounce off the counter - and pulls out a few credit cards, pushing them at the Manager.
SPIVEY
Please.
MANAGER
We don't take credit cards.
SPIVEY
Water. Water, then.
MANAGER
Sir, if you don't leave, I'm gonna call the pol--
SPIVEY grabs the stunned Manager by his shirt and yanks him across the counter.
CLOSE ON SPIVEY, his eyes wild with desperation. He takes a deep raspy breath and croaks out:
SPIVEY
We're thirsty.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - EVENING
SOMEONE'S POV - ANGEL sips from a mug o' blood, seated at the desk in Wesley's office, now reclaimed. He peruses files - essentially doing busy work. The Snow Globe sits atop the desk.
FRED (O.S.)
It's funny. Well, sad, actually...
PULL OUT to find it's her POV as she watches Angel from the other side of the reception area. GUNN's next to her, leaning on a mop.
FRED
I keep expecting to find... I mean, it's weird seeing Angel sitting at that desk.
GUNN
(shrugging)
It was his when I got here. Seems right that it's his again.
FRED
Yeah. But, thing's have cooled down a little since...
(struggling)
I'm just saying maybe it's time to...
Look, he doesn't have to forgive
Wesley.
GUNN
(snort)
Glad you think so, 'cuz not happenin'.
FRED
No. Right. He shouldn't.
(unwilling to drop it)
But... isn't there some way to, I
don't know... come back from this?
GUNN
No unless Wes comes back with that baby under his arm. And even then,
Angel'd probably k*ll him on principle.
FRED
(uncertain)
Y--You don't really think that.
GUNN
He took the man's son.
(then)
Probably best we never mention the guy's name again.
And he crosses away, ending the discussion.
CORDELIA (O.S.)
Well, I give up...
ON CORDELIA, dew-ragged, scrubbing away at the faded pentagram on the floor. A bucket of soapy water next to her.
CORDELIA
Tried soaking it out, tried scrubbing it out... No question, we got ring around the lobby.
(getting to her feet)
I say we toss in the towel and buy a big ass throw rug. Who's with me?
ON GROO, on his knees at the other side of the pentagram, scrub brush in rubber gloved hand.
GROOSALUGG
That honor is mine, Princess.
CORDELIA
Aww.
(air kisses him)
Groo, honey... Do me a favor and dump out the bucket.
Groo retrieves the bucket, offers her a smile and exits. Fred approaches Cordy.
FRED
Cordelia...
CORDELIA
(re: Groo)
He is such a sweetie. So loyal. And loving. Like a puppy-dog.
She crosses to the reception desk, taking off her gloves, removing her scarf. Fred follows.
FRED
Cordy...?
CORDELIA
I know. That didn't sound very good.
But he is. A puppy-dog. A sexy, well-built, go-all-night, puppy-dog.
(then)
Okay, that sounded worse.
FRED
Cor...?
CORDELIA
No.
(off her look)
You want me to say something to Angel about Wesley. Sorry. Can't. Won't.
FRED
Why? Why can't you? You've known them both longer than anybody.
Angel would listen to you...
CORDELIA
Probably. But he doesn't want to hear it. Which is why I'm not going to burden him--
FRED
Look, whatever he did... It's Wesley.
You care about it. I know you do.
Can you imagine the pain he's in, how horrible he must be feeling--
CORDELIA
Angel's feelings are the only ones I
care about. He's my priority.
WIDEN past Cordy to find GROO's standing in the room. He's heard these last words and appears hurt and bewildered by them, though neither Fred or Cordy notice him.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
I got dosed with demon DNA for that man. I'm semi-demon! And I still don't know what that means... Apart from the random floatyness and seizure-less visions, which is keen except sometimes it's hard to tell when I'm having--
She stops when she notices
ANGEL, standing next to her, staring past her at nothing, a look of astonishment on his face. He's wearing the same clothes, thought somewhat disheveled and his shirt's ripped.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
Where did you--
Suddenly, Angel puts his arm up, blocking some unseen att*ck. As Cordy looks behind her to find the assailant, Angel GRUNTS and flies back against the front desk with terrific force.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
Angel?!
Before she can move to him, he DISAPPEARS. Then...
ANGEL (O.S.)
What?
Cordy looks up to see
ANGEL standing outside the office door, behind the reception desk. No longer disheveled, his shirt no longer torn.
ON CORDY, registering her vision. The others look at her, then Angel.
ANGEL
what's going on?
LORNE (O.S.)
I'll tell you what's going on...
They all turn to see
LORNE standing at the entrance, high lapeled trenchcoat and hat pulled down, to help obscure his appearance to the outside world.
LORNE
Big brouhaha at the juice bar across the street. Only, light on the "ha ha." Some guy over there's cracking up.
INT. JUICE BAR - MEANWHILE
CLOSE ON SPIVEY - TWO deep, dusty CRACKS have opened across his face, his lips, as a THIRD opens up by his temple. He's further withered, his sunken eyes, bereft of reason. His breathing more labored than before.
CUT OUT to see he's behind the counter, holding the KID up by his shirt, shaking him. The place is in shambles. The Kid produces a key from his pocket.
KID
(terrified)
Here. Key to the safe. Take it.
just don't hurt me, dude. Don't--
SPIVEY throws him away.
THE KID lands next to the MANAGER's prone and bleeding body. He huddles into the corner, whimpering.
ON SPIVEY - He rips the top off a large juice dispenser, picks it up, holds it above his head, and starts to drink. The Kid gets to his feet and runs for the door as
ANGEL and COMPANY enter. Cordy's at Angel's ear.
CORDELIA
(mid-rant)
...one minutes you're standing there, all shocked looking, then --
whammo -- you're knocked across the--
ANGEL
Cordy, can we talk about it later?
(indicating sitch)
Working here.
The Kid suddenly runs past them.
KID
Look out! Dude's got Ebola or something--
He runs out. Angel and the others look at SPIVEY, draining the dispenser, ravenously.
GROOSALUGG
This "Ebola" is a w*apon? Forged in magic?
LORNE
Forged in monkey poo.
ANGEL
(to Spivey)
Okay, pal. You wanna put down the
Big Gulp, nice and easy, or--
He hesitates as he recognizes him. Then, brightens.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Hey. I know you.
GUNN
You do?
Angel turns back to the others. Fred notices something on the floor and reaches down to pick it up.
ANGEL
This is the guy that came into the office this morning.
GUNN
Didn't mention he was a mummy, man.
ANGEL
He's not. I mean, he wasn't. He's--
ON FRED, holding Spivey's wallet.
FRED
"Phillip J. Spivey." From Inglewood.
According to his license.
Angel looks back to Spivey.
SPIVEY
Mr. Spivey? Phil?
ON SPIVEY, eyeing him as he continues to drink.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(cheerful)
Hi. Remember me?
He crosses to Spivey, calmly.
ANGEL (cont'd)
We're just gonna take a walk to my office across the street and see if we can figure out what's what. Sound okay with you?
Spivey stops drinking long enough to say:
SPIVEY
We're thirsty!
He raises the dispenser to hurl at Angel.
ANGEL
I'll take that as a "no."
He clocks Spivey hard in the jaw, bringing him down.
Angel turns to the others, all happy-like.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Okay, people. Looks like we got a case.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER
THE g*ng re-enters, Groo carrying Spivey in his arms. Angel barks out order, totally in charge.
ANGEL
Put him on the couch.
Groo does just that.
ON SPIVEY, looking like a shriveled apple. A cr*ck on his face, SPREADS and WIDENS.
FRED
My God. Look at his face.
ANGEL
Fred, any water in the fridge?
FRED
A few bottles, I think.
ANGEL
We're gonna need 'em.
She goes. Lorne calls after her.
LORNE
Some Chapstick wouldn't hurt, either, kitten.
CORDELIA
Angel--
ANGEL
(thinking)
"We..."
GUNN
Glad you're having fun with this.
ANGEL
No. He kept saying "we." This morning is was "we have to go." Now,
"we're thirsty..."
CORDELIA
Okay, so he's pretentious. Angel, we have to talk about my vision--
ANGEL
It can wait.
CORDELIA
(getting in his face)
No. It can't! You think The Powers beam me pretty pictures purely for my amusement?! It tells me when someone's in danger and this time that someone's you!
ANGEL
Oh, gee, I'm in danger. What else is new? Look, I want to deal with somebody else's problems for a change. I want to deal with Mr.
Phillip Spivey of Inglewood...
ON SPIVEY, his eyes fluttering open as he regains consciousness, though no one notices.
BACK TO ANGEL and CORDY. Everyone watching.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Who came to use this morning for help.
He's the one we need to be concerned with. Not me. This has nothing to do with me.
FRED re-enters, sees something and GASPS. They turn to see SPIVEY, up on his feet, pointing an accusing finger at Angel.
SPIVEY
(in a dry rasp)
This is all your fault.
With that, he falls face-first onto the lobby floor, dead. The IMPACT causes his head and body to BREAK APART and CRUMBLE AWAY in a dusty heap.
EVERYONE stares stunned for a moment, then looks at
ANGEL, who can only offer a weak shrug.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
The Price
Written by: David Fury
Teaser
Act One
Act Two
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
THE g*ng - As we left them, standing over the ruins of Mr. Spivey.
ON ANGEL, a little unnerved and a little hurt at Mr. Spivey's last words.
ANGEL
My fault?
CORDELIA
(eyeing the dusty rubble)
That's what the Sandman said.
ANGEL
How is this my fault? I was trying to help him. What'd he go and say that for?
ON LORNE, peering intently at the body, noticing something.
LORNE
He didn't...
The back of Spivey's shirt appears to HEAVE upward, then MOVE toward the collar. The head further crumbles away, revealing
THE SLUK
LORNE (cont'd)
That did.
The SLUK rears up, emits a high-pitched SCREECH, then tears away across the floor, essentially vanishing into the lighted room, its translucence making it difficult to see.
Caught off-guard, ANGEL and the others can only watch, stunned.
GUNN
Okay, that was a thing.
Everyone moves.
FRED
Big ugly slug thing. Where'd it go?
Angel and Groo start to fan out a bit, looking, to no avail.
GROOSALUGG
It has vanished. Like the glass eels of the Krag Swamps in UxenBlarg.
Everyone looks at him for a moment.
GROOSALUGG (cont'd)
Just making an observation.
GUNN
So what the hell was it?
He looks at Angel.
ANGEL
Don't look at me. I don't know what it is. Or what it has to do with me.
ON CORDELIA, staring at the floor.
CORDELIA
Um, Angel...
He looks at her. Then follows her gaze.
PULL UP HIGH on the ruined remains of Spivey and continue until we discover it's lying in the middle of the PENTAGRAM.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - A SHORT TIME LATER
ANGEL - at the weapons cabinet. He grabs a dagger and slips it into his belt (or somewhere else on his person).
WIDEN as he passes a crossbow to Gunn and a sword to Lorne.
LORNE
Not really the hunter-type. Couldn't
I just come along and cheerlead?
ON CORDELIA and GROO, as they come over.
CORDELIA
Hotel's shut tight.
ANGEL
Good. Don't want anyone else getting infected.
He hands Cordy another sword and offers Groo a sabre. Instead, Groo reaches past him and grabs the largest and heaviest battle-axe off the rack.
GROOSALUGG
This w*apon will serve me better.
ANGEL
Little big for our purposes, isn't it?
GROOSALUGG
I have had no complaints.
ANGEL
Uh huh. Cordy, you and the Groo make a sweep of the third floor and word your way down. Lorne and I'll start at the top.
Lorne swings his sword around a little awkwardly, trying to get the feel of it.
LORNE
Uh... Exactly how do we know slicing and dicing will do the trick on Mr.
Sluggo?
ANGEL
That's why Fred's gonna hit the books. See if she can find out what we're dealing with.
FRED
Angel... I--OI don't even know where to being to look...
ANGEL
Start with thaumogenesis...
Lorne looks at him. Angel avoids eye contact.
FRED
Thaumo--?
ANGEL
Creatures manifested as a by-product of using dark magic.
FRED
(understanding)
Ohh.
GUNN
(to Angel, re: Fred)
I'll stay with her. Keep watch.
ANGEL
Watch close. This thing's hard to see.
CORDELIA
This thing drank every speck of moisture out of a man's body.
Angel stops and looks at her.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
I'm just saying... Shouldn't we wait to see what Fred finds out before we go chasing around after it?
ANGEL
Longer we wait, the sooner that thing finds a way out of here. And into the world.
He slams the cabinet shut for emphasis.
ANGEL (cont'd)
And I'm not gonna let that happen.
They separate and move off.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - HALLWAY - LATER
TRACKING with Angel and Lorne - slowly making their way down the hall.
ON LORNE - periodically peeking over at Angel. After a few moments of this...
ANGEL
I don't want to hear it.
LORNE
I didn't say anything.
ANGEL
Let's keep it that way.
Another b*at.
LORNE
Well, was I wrong?
ANGEL
(getting pissed)
Lorne... It's my mess. I'm cleaning it up. What more--?
LORNE
I warned you, Angel-face. You mess with powers of darkness--
Angel stops and turns to Lorne.
ANGEL
There's a price to pay. I know.
There's always a price. Question is... Is it one worth paying?
LORNE
So... Was this?
Angel considers his answer.
ANGEL
That spell I did was for nothing. I
didn't find my son. Now he's gone forever. So, you ask me, was it worth it? Would I do it again?
(b*at)
In a heartbeat. Because he was my son.
Lorne just looks at him, but before he can respond - CRASH!
They look toward the end of the hall and break into a run, coming to...
The partially ajar door to a vacant hotel room. A SLURPING noise can be hear.
ANGEL pushes the door open...
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL- VACANT ROOM - CONTINUOUS
...and they enter the DARKENED room - the SLURPING louder now - and follow the SOUND toward the slightly open bathroom door.
ANGEL flips a light switch next to the door and a FLOOR LAMP in the room goes on. He flips another switch and the bathroom is illuminated. He pushes the door open and they see
A SLUK - slurping away at the water in the open toilet t*nk, its porcelain cover shattered on the floor.
The creature suddenly rears up, SCREECHES and charges them.
LORNE, in a panic, brings up his sword, accidentally smashing the FLOOR LAMP, knocking it over, plunging that half of the room into darkness.
He's about to bring his sword down again when Angel grabs his wrist.
LORNE
Angel? What are you--?
ON ANGEL, staring at
THE SLUK, giving off a BLUE-ISH PHOSPHORESCENT GLOW in the darkness (like some deep sea jellyfish), slithering across the floor, leaving a short, dissipating phosphorescent trail behind it. It makes for the door to the hallway.
ON ANGEL - In an instant, he pulls out the dagger and flings it.
ON THE SLUK as the dagger pins it to the floor. It SCREECHES in pain. Then goes limp.
PAN UP as ANGEL and LORNE approach it.
LORNE (cont'd)
Well, go team.
He leans down to get a better look at the dead creature.
LORNE (cont'd)
That wasn't so--
SCREECH!
LORNE'S POV - THE SLUK tears itself from the Kn*fe and hurls itself up at him and the CAMERA.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - ANGEL'S OFFICE - MEANWHILE
ARCING AROUND FRED, at the desk (on which we may notice the snowglobe), numerous open books before her. She appears tense and frazzled.
FRED
(frustrated)
God... I hate this...
ADJUST to reveal GUNN standing in the doorway, his crossbow at the ready, looking absolutely wigged.
GUNN
(sharing his fear)
I'm with you... That creepy crawler was seriously messed up. With those feelers or whatever sticking out of its face... slithering around like a worm with its slimy--
FRED
N-no, Charles... I meant... I hate going through these books.
Gunn looks at her, a little embarrassed.
GUNN
Oh. Oh, yeah. Books. That's...
rough.
He goes back to looking out the door.
FRED
Everything on "Thaumogenesis" is...
is so cryptic. And full of words I
never heard of, like "amulatives"
and... and I have to keep cross-
referencing "Chaldean" with "Accadian majicks"...
She pauses, noticing he's not looking at her.
FRED (cont'd)
Are you listening to me?
GUNN
(not taking his eyes off the lobby)
Yeah. "Accordion music." Go on...
FRED sighs.
FRED
I mean, ask me to research stuff on wave-particle dualities or the
Schrodinger Equation and I'm a hellcat. But this...
She holds up a particularly large and ancient tome for emphasis.
FRED (cont'd)
Angel's just go to realize that I'm just not as qualified for this as...
She stops herself as GUNN looks at her. She was about to say "the name."
FRED (cont'd)
Some people.
GUNN (O.S.)
Yeah, well, "some people" aren't around anymore. So, you're just gonna have to learn to get good at it...
As they talk, PUSH PAST GUNN, out the door to the
LOBBY AREA.
TILT UP to an EMPTY SPACE fifteen or so feet up.
FRED (O.S.)
Well, but, what if I fail? What if
I can't find anything to help us?
FLASH - a small electrical charge occurs in mid-air over the lobby floor, accompanied by a CRACKLING NOISE.
GUNN (O.S.)
We'll manage. Not sayin' I don't prefer something I can punch...
CLOSE ON the charge as TWO SLUKS appear, then fall (FLOP FLOP) to the floor (and, incidentally, onto the pentagram.)
GUNN (cont'd; O.S.)
But I think we can handle once little slug from hell.
They slither away in opposite directions.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - SECOND FLOOR ROOM TBD - MEANWHILE
CORDELIA and GROO enter a heretofore unseen lounge of some kind. Possibly used at one time for imbibing cocktails, listening to a piano. A MAIL SLOT is attached to the wall somewhere, and there's a door marked "Exit" across the room from it.
CORDELIA
Poor Angel. It's eating away at him.
GROOSALUGG
(looking at her)
You are having another vision,
Princess?
CORDELIA
What? No. I meant... Knowing it was the spell he performed, trying to find Connor, that made this...
whatever it is we're hunting.
(b*at)
Knowing that it caused a man's death.
GROOSALUGG
He is your priority.
CORDELIA
What?
GROOSALUGG
You said... earlier. Angel's feelings were your only concern. He is all that matters.
Cordy suddenly recognizes Groo's uncertainty.
CORDELIA
Oh. Oh, no, Grooey... I-- I meant, work priority. Work. You see? You.
You're my... other... stuff priority.
You get that, right?
ON GROO, grimly staring back. He slowly raises the battle-axe.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
Groo? Honey? We can talk about this--
GROOSALUGG
Do not move.
CORDELIA, suddenly realizing he's looking just past her, slowly turns her head. ADJUST to see
A SLUK perched on a pillar behind her, ready to pounce.
Instinctively, CORDY spins and swipes at it with her sword, slicing the creature. It SQUEALS before leaping out of frame.
CORDELIA
Get it!
They go after it.
NEW ANGLE - THE squeaky HINGED FLAP of the MAIL SLOT swinging back and forth.
CLOSE ON CORDY and GROO as they reach it.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
Going down! Come on--
They turn and run toward the stairwell exit.
GROOSALUGG
I instructed you not to move.
CORDELIA
Well, gee, forgive me for saving my own life.
GROOSALUGG
I would not have let harm come to you.
CORDELIA
That's not the--
She reaches for the door handle, when it suddenly FLIES open. Cordy YELPS with surprise as she runs smack dab into
ANGEL, with LORNE.
ANGEL
We saw it! CORDELIA
We saw it!
ANGEL
You saw it?
CORDELIA
You saw it?
As Angel and Cordy stop and share a questioning look.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - A SHORT TIME LATER
ON GUNN, registering the new news.
GUNN
There's more than one?
WIDE - Everyone's huddled in the lobby, by the reception desk, as Angel moves behind it.
ANGEL
Two, at least. Should probably assume there are more.
LORNE
Do we have to?
ANGEL
But at least we have one advantage.
CORDELIA
What, they glow in the dark? How's that supposed to help us, unless we shut off all the lights in the holy crap you're not serious.
She says this as she sees Angel pulling a few flashlights out of a drawer behind the counter. As well as a battery powered emergency lamp.
ANGEL
These things are hard enough to k*ll as it is. I speared one and it was still strong enough to att*ck us and escape. If this makes them easier to find, I say we take the chance.
FRED
(nervous)
All the lights?
Angel hands her the emergency lamp.
ANGEL
Here. Take this and lock yourself up in the office. We still need answers, Fred.
FRED
Right.
She nods, takes the map and heads back into the office.
GUNN
Boy, this just keeps gettin' funner and funner.
ANGEL
Glad to hear you're enjoying this, 'cause somebody's got to go down to the basement and shut off the power.
GUNN looks at him, to see he's not joking.
GUNN
(shaking his head)
Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh...
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - CELLAR - CONTINUOUS
GUNN walking down the cellar steps, sweeping around with the crossbow in one hand. WIDEN to reveal ANGEL, right behind him, broadsword at the ready.
ANGLE ON THE DOORWAY, to see Cordy, Lorne and Groo standing guard, waiting.
ANGEL gestures to GUNN to move to the grid while he covers his back. GUNN, crossing to a large power grid.
ON ANGEL, seeing something.
ANGEL'S POV - A shape moving in the shadows.
He deftly strikes at it with his sword. The action startles Gunn who whips around with his crossbow, in time to HEAR a death SQUEAK.
GUNN looks up at Angel as he pulls his sword back. Angel looks back and shakes his head.
ANGEL
Rat.
ON GUNN, feigning nonchalance.
GUNN
Oh.
He turns away from Angel, toward the POWER GRID, and his eyes and face register his unfettered freaked-outedness. (Sorry, my thesaurus is broken.)
GUNN (cont'd)
Rat.
OUR g*ng in the doorway.
CORDELIA
(calling down)
Everything okay down there?
GUNN
(calling back)
Oh, yeah! It's a party!
He gets to the power grid and flips open a cover, revealing the MAIN CUTOFF SWITCH. He reaches up to pull it down...
GUNN (cont'd)
(under his breath)
And here's the icing on the cake.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - ANGEL'S OFFICE - MEANWHILE
FRED is back at the desk, carefully reading from a tome. The emergency lamps rests nearby on the corner of the desk as the LIGHTS GO OUT.
As she leans over to pull the lamp closer, REVEAL
A GLOWING SLUK perched on the wall behind her.
CLOSE ON FRED - ambient BLUE light on her shoulder - as we see in her eyes that she senses it. She quickly swivels around and BAM - the Sluk is on her. Its paralyzing tentacles jam into her sinuses, paralyzing her, as it forces its way into her SCREAMING mouth...
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - OUTSIDE BALLROOM - CONTINUING
DARKNESS. Then BEAMS from a couple of flashlights sweep the hallway as Angel, Cordy, Lorne and Groo enter.
LORNE
Where are we?
ANGEL
South wing. Haven't found a use for it yet so we keep it closed up.
Cordelia stops, hanging back.
CORDELIA
Do you hear something?
They all stop and listen.
LORNE
Sorry, cupcake. All I'm picking up's the loud, erratic thumping of the heart in my mouth.
CORDELIA
Listen... It's like... It's almost like...
She shakes her head, not wanting to say it.
ANGEL
Birds.
CORDELIA looks at him and nods, grateful he hears it, too. (Though we don't. Not yet.) They both turn toward the sound.
ADJUST to REVEAL two large doors. ANGEL and CORDY cross to them and Cordy tries to open them. They won't budge. She turns to Angel.
CORDELIA
Do we even have keys for this?
ANGEL offers a sly grin (are you kidding?), then brings up his foot and KICKS IN the doors, they fly off their hinges...
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - ANGEL'S OFFICE - MEANWHILE
ON CLOSED DOOR. There's a knock.
GUNN (O.S.)
Fred. It's me. Open up.
Fred shuffles into frame and opens the door. Gunn enters.
REVERSE as Fred returns to her seat behind the desk.
GUNN
Sorry it took me so long to get back.
Did a quick look around to see if any slimeys were lurking. We're good.
Fred, who's partially turned away from him in the dim light of the lamp, seemingly engrossed in her research, doesn't answer.
GUNN (cont'd)
How you holding up, babe? You okay?
FRED looks up at him, her face pale (well, paler) in the ghostly light.
FRED
Scared. Very... scared.
He takes a step toward her and puts a hand on her shoulder.
GUNN
I know. It's gonna be okay. Just have to keep it together. Watch each other's backs.
She turns her face downward again. He goes off on his thoughts.
GUNN (cont'd)
Y'know, when this is over, I think you and me should go away someplace.
Like Cordy and Groo got to do. Maybe
Baja. A little sun, sand. Think we deserve--
FRED
(not looking up)
We have to get out of here.
Gunn squints at her.
GUNN
That's... what I'm sayin'. And we will. Soon as we take care of these things, I'll talk to Angel. Maybe--
He stops when he hears something. A SLURPING NOISE.
GUNN (cont'd)
Fred?
She doesn't answer. He reaches for the handle of the lamp, and raises it up, to see her face.
ON FRED, hunched over something. She suddenly turns to him and we see she's drinking from the SHATTERED SNOWGLOBE.
ON GUNN, registering the shock of what it means.
GUNN (cont'd)
Aw, no...
ON FRED, looking up at him, desperate, almost pleadingly.
FRED
We're thirsty.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - BALLROOM - MEANWHILE
CLOSE ON A TABLE as it topples over, revealing the GROOSALUGG, who's done the topping. Cordelia, standing beside him, w*apon raised. She relaxes.
ANOTHER TABLE'S PUSHED OVER, this time by ANGEL, LORNE behind him, ready to strike with his sword.
WIDE - On Angel, Lorne, Cordy and Groo as they continue to move through the room. There are tables and chairs scattered about, some with dusty tablecloths hanging off them. Cobwebs abound on the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
We can now faintly HEAR the BIRD-LIKE CHIRPING sounds of which Cordelia was speaking.
CORDELIA
(frustrated)
Ugh. Where is that sound coming from?
ANGEL
Definitely in this room. Somewhere.
CLOSE ON LORNE, admiring the room.
LORNE
Y'know, this space is one part hum, two parts dinger.
ON ANGEL, checking under a table.
LORNE (O.S.)
Ever think of turning it into a nightclub?
ANGEL stands and looks at him.
LORNE
Hey. Missing the life. Sue me.
ON CORDELIA, sensing something behind her, turns and sees...
CORDELIA
Gunn?
PUSH IN on GUNN as he rushes into the ballroom, towing Fred behind him. He's freakin'.
GUNN
We got a serious problem.
He pulls FRED forward. She drinks voraciously from a bottle of water.
ON ANGEL, his face falling as he realizes what's happened. CORDELIA goes to her.
CORDELIA
Oh, no. Fred...
GUNN
We have to get her help. And we gotta get it fast. I'm not gonna--
FRED suddenly begins to choke on the water, pulling the bottle away with some effort.
Angel goes to her, and sits her down in a chair.
ANGEL
Fred?
ON FRED - She breathes erratically, and pinches her eyes closed, seemingly struggling.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Fred, can you hear me?
GUNN
It's no good. That thing's jammin'
her brain. You can't reach her.
FRED
(with effort)
Angel...
Gunn, Angel, and Cordy react and look at her.
ANGEL
Fred?
FRED
I... feel it. Its needs. Its...
thirst. Oh, god, I'm so thirsty!
She tries to bring the bottle up, but Angel puts a hand on her arm, encouraging her to not give in.
GUNN
Hang on, baby. We're getting you to a hospital.
FRED
(fiercely)
No! Charles! We... No... It wants that... To escape. Spread.
She looks up at Angel, desperate.
FRED (cont'd)
You can't let it... let us... It...
It.. will... k*ll...
PUSH IN as suddenly, her look grows dark, and her eyes narrow, focusing intently on ANGEL.
FRED (cont'd)
Oh, it really doesn't like you.
ANGEL registers the veiled thr*at.
ON FRED - Unable to stand it anymore, she desperately begins to drink from the bottle again, her eyes rolling up into her head.
ANGEL looks at her, what this thing's doing to her.
ANGEL
(softly)
Feeling's mutual.
GUNN
That's it. C'mon.
He gets Fred to her feet again.
ANGEL
What are you doing?
GUNN
Getting her out of here.
ANGEL
After what she said...
GUNN
I don't give a damn what she said!
For all I know, it's that thing inside her calling the sh*ts.
He starts to lead her out. Angel gets in front of him.
ANGEL
Gunn--
ANGEL
Get outta my way, Angel.
ANGEL
Think about this. How's she gonna feel if taking her out of here causes more people to die?
GUNN
She? Or you?
ANGEL
Me? What's that supposed to--
GUNN
All this is happening 'cause of you.
What you did. This is your fault.
ANGEL reacts, stung.
GUNN (cont'd)
Messing with scary ass mojo no sane person should be messing with.
ANGEL
I did what I had to do--
GUNN
You do what you want to get what you want! The hell with the consequences--
ANGEL
My son--
GUNN
Is dead! Fred's not.
ANGEL takes a step toward GUNN. CORDY jumps in.
CORDELIA
Hey! We have to stick together.
GUNN
Yeah?
(cooly)
Where's it say that?
GROOSALUGG (O.S.)
Here!
They turn to see
GROO, kneeling in the center of the room, his head cocked to the side, listening.
GROOSALUGG
The sounds. They come from under.
ANGEL throws a look at Gunn, then moves to Groo. Cordy takes Fred and follows. Gunn hesitates, then joins them.
ON THE BATTLE-AXE as the Groosalugg raises it above his head and brings it down HARD on the floor, splintering the wood. The bird-like "chirping" noise crows LOUDER.
The others, including Gunn, help to pry up the floorboards, some using their swords. Then, when a big enough hole is made, they kneel on the floor and peer down into it.
THEIR POV - SLUKS, HUNDREDS of them, all GLOWING and swimming around in a murkey SWIMMING POOL, illuminated by their iridescence. The water down to a shallow level and draining rapidly. Some of the creatures are slithering out of the water. The "CHIRPING" is, in fact, the high-pitched WET, SUCKING noises emanating from the multitudes.
CORDELIA (O.S.)
Oh my God!
ON CORDELIA, looking at Angel.
CORDELIA
We have a pool?!
SLUKS being to slither up out of the hole.
Everyone backs away. ON ANGEL.
ANGEL
Run.
Cordelia grabs Fred and leads the retreat. Angel and Groo cover the rear. CHAOTIC and CUTTY.
CORDELIA
This way!
She leads them through doors near the back.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
CORDY and FRED enter followed by LORNE. They run through and get to SWINGING DOORS with WINDOWS. She pushes through and finds
A SWARM of SLUKS coming right for her.
She pulls Fred back into the kitchen.
CORDELIA
Lorne! Bolt the door!
As he does... A Sluk suddenly alights itself on the window, slapping against the glass. Then ANOTHER.
ON ANGEL as he shuts the other door behind him and bolts it.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
(to Angel)
They're all over.
FRED
No more running. Too hot. Too hot.
ANGEL looks at her. Then getting an idea, moves to the big, industrial stoves.
ANGEL
Groo, lock the other doors! Lorne, turn on the ovens!
LORNE
We're gonna cook 'em?
Angel starts switching on all the burners.
ANGEL
We're gonna cook the air. Dry it out.
Lorne moves to the ovens, and turns up all the broilers.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Make it so uncomfortable for them, they won't want in--
FRED SCREAMS! They look at her, panicked, her eyes sweeping the room.
LORNE
Now, that's what I call uncomfortable.
FRED
(wild eyed)
Charles! Where's Charles?!
Everyone looks around, then at each other. Uh oh.
INT. BUILDING HALLWAY - LATER
TIGHT ON DOOR as we HEAR URGENT POUNDING. The door opens revealing
GUNN, standing in the hall of an apartment building. He's defiant, yet he can barely meet the eyes of whoever he's talking to.
GUNN
Need your help.
REVERSE to see WESLEY, standing at the door, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He's unshaven, hair tousled, and his look doesn't betray any emotion to seeing Gunn. On that...
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - KITCHEN - MEANWHILE
ON FRED, sitting on the floor, sucking down more water. She's taken on that withered, ashy look. Her lips are cracked, and her breathing (when she takes the time to breathe) has become wheezy.
WIDEN to see CORDY next to her, stroking her hair. And LORNE, on the other side of her, holding her hand, offering whatever comfort he can. Oh, and it's really HOT in here, so people have loosened up their clothes accordingly.
TILT UP as GROO walks past them and PAN as he crosses to
ANGEL, at the swinging doors, looking through the door window, a few Sluks stuck to the glass.
GROOSALUGG
Angel. There are too many to fight our way out.
ANGEL
I know.
He crosses to Fred, and grabs the water bottle out of her hand.
FRED
(delirious)
No! Water...
She springs to her feet, reaching for the bottle.
Angel pushes her back HARD against the counter, rattling the pots hanging there, and grips her at the throat.
CORDELIA
Angel! LORNE
Whoa! Easy!
ANGEL
(to Fred)
I wanna talk to that thing inside of you. Now! I wanna know what you are.
FRED
We... We are... thirsty...
She reaches for the bottle. He holds it away and SHAKES her.
ANGEL
Work with me, Fred. Make it answer me. What do you want here?
FRED
To live... To live... To drink...
Suddenly she starts to laugh, raspily, creepily.
ON ANGEL and the others staring at her.
FRED (cont'd)
And be merry.
She continues chuckling for a few beats, then just as suddenly sobers. Fear sinking in.
FRED (cont'd)
It hurts. Us. We have to get out.
Then SOUNDS are heard. Everyone reacts as pipes around them GROAN and SHUDDER.
CORDELIA
Sounds more like they want in.
CORDY, GROO and LORNE bring up their weapons and go into battle ready positions.
FRED
Have to flee. It brings pain...
(staring off)
Such pain...
LORNE
"It?" What happened to "we?" What's with the pronoun switcheroo?
ANGEL
(to Fred)
What are you fleeing from?
FRED
The bringer of torment... agony...
death...
(shudder)
The Destroyer.
THE OTHERS share a wary look.
CORDELIA
Oh, that's a name you just don't want to hear.
ANGEL
(to Fred)
Why is this "Destroyer" after you?
FRED
It's not...
PUSH IN on Fred as she looks up at Angel...
FRED (cont'd)
It's coming after you...
(whisper)
Aaaangel.
ON ANGEL's reaction...
END OF ACT THREE
Act Three
Act Four
INT. WESLEY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
ON GUNN, inside the room, avoiding eye contact as he speaks.
GUNN
Look, I don't have time to get into it with you. I don't even wanna be here.
REVERSE ON WESLEY - who just looks at him. Gunn continues...
GUNN (cont'd)
The hotel's infested with something.
Some kinda... slug, jellyfish thing.
We don't know what they are or how to k*ll them.
WESLEY
(cooly, in a raspy whisper)
Well, now, that is a problem.
Wesley turns away from him and crosses to his desk to pick up a glass of water there. It's all to turn his back on Gunn and Gunn knows it.
GUNN
These things... there's hundreds of
'em. They get inside you. And...
and soak up all the moisture in your body. They drink you alive.
WESLEY
(raspy whisper)
Why come to me? I expect Angel'll find a way to k*ll them eventually.
GUNN
That's not what I'm looking for. I
need to know how to get these slugs out of someone once they're infected.
Force it out somehow...
WESLEY
(uncaring)
Sorry.
GUNN
(getting pissed)
Don't give me that! If you saw what these things do...
WESLEY
I wish I could help you.
GUNN
Wes--
WESLEY
Sorry you wasted your time--
GUNN
It's Fred!
Wesley stops, stricken. Without another word, he crosses to a cabinet across the room. He opens it revealing his liquor storage, he takes out an almost full bottle of vodka.
GUNN (cont'd)
What, we're gonna have a drink now?
Did you hear what I said? She's dying!
Wes crosses to GUNN with the bottle.
WESLEY
I was dying. I knew it laying in that dirty field, life pouring out of my throat. Do you know why I fought to stay alive?
GUNN
Wes, I don't have time--!
WESLEY
I needed to live to see my friends again. To explain to the people I
trusted... and loved... my side of what happened.
GUNN
We know what--
WESLEY
(louder)
You don't know anything.
He winces from the pain of raising his voice. Then thrusts the bottle at Gunn.
WESLEY (cont'd)
I'll help because it's Fred. But just so we understand each other...
Don't ever come here again. None of you are welcome here.
ON GUNN, looking at Wes, then the bottle in his hand.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - KITCHEN - MEANWHILE
ON THE OVERHEAD PIPES, SHUDDERING and GROANING more violently now. Then FLAMES brush the pipes and the Sluks inside SQUEAL.
CUT OUT to see GROO, holding his axe up high, a torn table cloth tied around its head SET AFIRE - A makeshift torch. CORDY holds her sword, watching for any incoming Sluks.
FRED drinks ravenously from a bottle held by ANGEL. Her condition has deteriorated.
ANGEL pulls the bottle away. Fred reaches for it desperately.
FRED
No! We need more!
ANGEL
I need more. Tell me where you came from.
Fred just looks down, shakes her head, MURMURING incoherently.
ON ANGEL - He purposefully turns the bottle over and lets the water pour out onto the floor.
FRED's head snaps up, she SHRIEKS uncontrollably and lunges at Angel. Clawing at him, scratching his face.
ANGEL (cont'd)
(shaking her)
Fred!
She suddenly goes weak and limp in his arms. And looks at him with steely eyes, says:
FRED
You're gonna die so horribly.
A DEEP cr*ck suddenly OPENS across her face. Her eyes change. It's not the Sluk inside her, but Fred who says:
FRED (cont'd)
Oh, God. Help me...
ON ANGEL, coming to a decision. He passes Fred to Lorne, then moves to the large metal sink. He grabs nearby dirty dishrags and starts plugging up the drains. Then turns both faucets on, full blast.
ANGEL
Cordy, turn off the stoves. Groo, the ovens.
Groo moves to do it, Cordy hesitates.
CORDELIA
Angel, why--
ANGEL
Hurry.
As she switches off the burners...
ANGEL (cont'd)
Cordy, you and the others get Fred to a hospital.
CORDELIA
Didn't we talk about that? Infecting the world blah blah blah.
ANGEL
We don't have a choice. They can keep her hydrated there, hopefully long enough to surgically get that thing out of her.
GROOSALUGG
We are surrounded. How are we to get past?
ANGEL
I'll keep 'em occupied. Slow 'em down as long as I can.
CORDELIA
How do you expect to do that?
ANGEL
By giving 'em what they want.
LOW ANGLE sh*t of water spilling over the rim of the sink, hitting the floor, puddling near Angel's feet.
Angel picks up his sword.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Groo. Damsel in distress. You know the drill.
GROO nods, then goes to Fred and lifts her over his shoulder. She drops the bottle and begins to flail weakly, MURMURING incoherently.
Angel crosses to the side door, the one connected to the ballroom, and unbolts it.
CORDELIA
Angel--
ANGEL
Go. Save Fred.
(off her hesitation)
Please.
Cordy reluctantly turns and joins the others at the door. Lorne unbolts it.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Now!
He kicks the door open and
A SWARM OF SLUKS slither in. Immediately finding the water.
ON THE OTHERS as they push their way out the other entrance.
LOW ANGLE - As Sluks Swarm past them, toward the water.
ON CORDELIA, in the doorway, she turns to see
HER POV - ANGEL, battling away at the Sluks as they att*ck him.
IN HALL
ON GROO - Looking back and seeing
CORDELIA, at the door looking at Angel. She brings up her sword and runs back into the kitchen.
GROO reacts with heartbreak, then turns and continues.
IN KITCHEN, Cordelia arrives at Angel's side, fighting by his side.
ANGEL (cont'd)
Cordelia! I told you to get out of here!
CORDELIA
Make me.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - MEANWHILE
LORNE and GROO with FRED arrive in the lobby. As they reach the front steps...
GUNN (O.S.)
Put my girl down.
GROO and LORNE turn to see
GUNN, having come in the rear entrance, rushing over to them, holding a paper bag.
LORNE
Gunn! Where did--
GUNN
News updates later. Just lay her down.
GROO gently puts Fred down on the steps. She's kinda out of it and her breathing's labored.
GROOSALUGG
She requires a healer.
GUNN
No. She requires this.
He produces the bottle of vodka from the bag.
GUNN (cont'd)
Hold her arms.
(off their hesitation)
Do it!
GROO and LORNE comply. And Gunn puts the bottle to Fred's lips.
FRED comes out of her stupor and beings to drinks ravenously, at first. Then, her face registers PAIN, and she tries to turn away, coughing and choking.
GUNN (cont'd)
C'mon, baby. Drink.
As he continues to pour it down her throat...
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - KITCHEN - MEANWHILE
ON ANGEL and CORDY, fighting off the Sluk horde, side-by-side.
Sluks are now everywhere on the walls, the ceiling.
ON CORDELIA as she notices
HER POV - TWO Sluks on a cabinet near Angel about to lunge. Angel doesn't notice.
CORDELIA
Two incoming. Four o'clock.
ON ANGEL, hearing that, spins as the two Sluks pounce. His sword catches both in mid-air, slicing each down the middle.
CORDY smiles. They make a helluva team. She fails to see
A SLUK near her head. He leaps at her. And...
HER HAND snaps out, catching the creature in mid-air.
ON ANGEL, seeing and reacting.
ON CORDY, stunned herself.
THE SLUK squirms in her hand trying to get to her face.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - MEANWHILE
ON FRED, still being force fed the vodka. Suddenly, she seems to convulse, as it she's going to throw up.
CUT OUT as GUNN pulls the bottle away and the others back up.
ON FRED, as the SLUK slithers out of her mouth. It's smaller and now a cloudy shade of gray. IT falls to the floor and weakly tries to slither away.
ON GROO - He takes Lorne's sward and JABS it down into the creature, which emits a "squeal" and continues to struggle to free itself.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - KITCHEN - MEANWHILE
ON CORDELIA as the hand holding the Sluk begins to GLOW. (A WHITE GLOW as opposed to the BLUE-ISH tint of the Sluks.)
CORDELIA stares incredulously, and open-mouthed, as the glow intensifies and begins to move up her arm and into her head.
CORDELIA
Angel...? What's... happening...
to...
ANGEL stops fighting long enough to witness:
BRIGHT WHITE LIGHT suddenly BURSTING FORTH from Cordy's mouth and eyes. It hits the quivering SLUK in her hand causing it to SCREEN in pain, then EXPLODE, its remnants fizzling into nothingness.
then, everything's still. Even the Sluks seem to have frozen in their slimy tracks.
CORDY takes short, gasping breaths, then looks at Angel.
CORDELIA (cont'd)
...Me?
WHOOSH! A BLINDING LIGHT emanates from her whole body - her head, her finger-tips, etc. - and fills the room.
ANGEL puts his arm up to shield his eyes.
The Sluks SQUEAL in pain and explode...
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - MEANWHILE
As does the unfortunate Sluk here... THE BLINDING LIGHT has filled this room, as well. Everyone shielding their eyes.
EXT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - PRE-DAWN
THE LIGHT bursts forth from every window of the building, sending beams off in all directions.
Then, just as suddenly, the light's gone.
INT. ANGEL'S HOTEL - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
ON GUNN, LORNE, GROO and FRED - They come out from under their light-shielding arms. A b*at of stunned silence, then...
LORNE
Okay, unless anyone else has something, let me be the first to say
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
ANGEL (O.S.)
Cordelia.
ON ANGEL and CORDELIA entering.
ANGEL
(looking at her, appreciatively)
That... was Cordelia.
ON GROOSALUGG - He looks at her with worshipfulness and a slight tinge of sadness.
GROOSALUGG
You are truly a goddess.
Cordy grins.
CORDELIA
(an aside to Angel)
Well, demonness, anyway. Sure beats horns and a tail.
LORNE
(offended)
Hey. I'm standing right here.
ANGEL crosses over to Gunn, with Fred who seems to be resting comfortably, her eyes closed.
ANGEL
She okay?
GUNN
Yeah. I, uh... got this idea...
(holds up the bottle)
Alcohol. Dehydrates the body. Gets the slug out.
Angel studies him a moment, making Gunn uncomfortable.
GUNN (cont'd)
Okay, so I took off when those things started coming outta the floor. I
mean, it's not like I was running out on you. I was...
(then)
Look, somebody I care about was dying and I just couldn't sit around and debate strategy. I saw an opportunity to... to... get some kinda help...
Angel just stands there, listening.
GUNN (cont'd)
(getting riled)
Hey, I did what I had to do. And if you don't get that--
He stops, recognizing the phrase.
Angel just smiles at him (warmly, not smugly).
ANGEL
I think I get it.
GUNN looks at him.
GUNN
Yeah. Guess you do.
ANGEL
So... We good?
Gunn nods.
LORNE
Good? We're not good. Everybody forgetting a little unexpected company on the way. Goes by the initials of "The Destroyer?"
FRED suddenly awakens with a start.
FRED
The Destroyer! I remember... The
Destroyer's coming...
CORDELIA
Right. We got that. Any idea when?
FRED
(thinking)
Um... I think...
Suddenly, there's a HUGE ELECTRICAL CHARGE in the middle of the lobby, accompanied by a LOUD CLAP OF THUNDER.
FRED (cont'd)
Now.
A DIMENSIONAL TEAR opens up and a HUGE, FEROCIOUS MONSTER emerges from it.
GROO pushes Cordy back, and raises his axe. Everyone else instinctively steps back.
Except ANGEL, who stands his ground.
THE MONSTER faces Angel, rears up, ROARS and then...
SOMETHING ELSE emerges from the tear, somersaulting once, twice -- At which time a glistening blade SWIPES at the MONSTER, cleaving its head and torso in two -- and a third time, and lands on its feet as
THE HUGE, FEROCIOUS MONSTER falls dead, out of frame.
ON THE FEET of this something else - We travel up to see it's a TEENAGE BOY, roughly 16, adorned with jewelry made from the teeth, bones and other trophies of the many unfortunate demons and creatures he's butchered. Strapped to one forearm is a CURVED, SERRATED BLADE (the one that k*lled the huge beastie). And in his other hand, an exotic and lethal looking, handheld w*apon from which protrude a half-dozen sharpened stakes.
THE BOY raises up his w*apon, aims it directly at Angel's heart and says:
CONNOR
Hi. Dad.
ON ANGEL (standing exactly where he was in Cordelia's vision), looking astonished, as we...
BLACK OUT.
03x19 - The Price
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The vampire Angel, cursed with a soul, moves to Los Angeles and aids people with supernatural-related problems while questing for his own redemption.
The vampire Angel, cursed with a soul, moves to Los Angeles and aids people with supernatural-related problems while questing for his own redemption.