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Angel
Episode #03: "In The Dark" Transcript
Written
by Doug Petrie
Disclaimer: This is for all the poor people
that have been left without a WB station, and no infringement on anyone’s
rights was intended.
Open
to dark deserted back street. A blond girl is running past looking behind her
occasionally before ducking into an alley. She looks back around the corner,
then steps back on the street to continue only to be grabbed by the shoulders
and thrown back into a trash container.
Rachel: “Lenny… please… don’t.”
Lenny: “You think I’m not going to find you, - after you humiliated me -
again?”
Rachel: “I didn’t do anything! I swear! I’d never…”
Lenny: “No! I know what you do. I see. The men, - the lies, - this is the last
time, damn it!”
Rachel steps towards him with a smile: “What are you on, Baby? You only get
like this when you…”
Lenny hits her with a growl.
Rachel: “What are you going to do? Pulverize me right here? Someone is going
to hear me scream.”
Lenny laughs: “In downtown LA at night? Nobody is going to hear. Nobody who
cares. Besides (pulls out a revolver and points it at her face) this will all be
over fast. (cocks the gun)”
Rachel: “Lenny – please – no!”
Lenny: “I’m sorry. (Rachel cowers back from him) I just can’t take this
anymore.”
Angel grabs him from behind and makes him drop his gun.
Angel: “Poor Lenny. The burden of terrorizing your girlfriend too much for you?
(hits him) Lucky for you I can make it stop.”
Lenny grabs a 2x4 and tried to hit Angel. Angel ducks and cold cocks him.
Angel: “Rachel, are you alright?”
Rachel: “Is he…”
Angel: “It’s okay. He’s not getting up for a while.”
Rachel gets up: “I can’t believe you actually showed up.”
Angel: “Well, that was the deal, right?”
Camera
pulls back to reveal Spike watching them from a rooftop above them.
Spike in high voice: “How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of
a night thing? (low voice) No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are
enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky curse
defanged me. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. (Rachel steps
closer to Angel, and Angel steps back warding her off with his hands) No, not
the hair! Never the hair! (high voice) But there must be someway I can show my
appreciation. (low voice) No, helping those in need’s my job, - and working up
a load of sexual tension, and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly
thanks enough! (high voice) I understand. I have a nephew who is gay, so… (low
voice) Say no more. Evil’s still afoot! And I’m almost out of that Nancy-boy
hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile, away!”
Spike lights a cigarette while he watches Angel lead Rachel away.
Spike: “Go on with you. Play the big, strapping hero while you can. You have a
few surprises coming your way. - The ring of Amarra – a visit from your old
pal Spike, - and, oh yeah, - your gruesome, horrible death.” Smiles.
Intro.
Cut
to Oz driving his van through the night. Pulls up in front of Angel’s
apartment.
Radio: “Another uninterrupted 40-minute-block. You are listening to LA’s
only alternative KLA-Rock. It’s 11:05, do you know what your karma is?”
Cut
to Cordy typing away on the computer. Doyle lounges in the background reading a
newspaper.
Cordy: “This is so awesome. Our first walk-in client. Everything is going
according to plan! See girl in distress, - see Angel save girl from druggy/stalker
boyfriend, - and see (pulls a paper out of the printer and holds it up) Invoice!
Ta-da!”
She shows the invoice to Doyle who looks less then impressed.
Cordy: “What?”
Doyle: “Nothing. You’re doing a lovely job there. Looks very official.”
Cordy: “So why are you not rejoicing at out first paying client?”
Doyle gets up and walks over to her desk: “Because that’s not money you’re
holding in your hand there, darling, that’s mail. There’s a big difference
between that and actually getting paid.”
Cordy: “But she has to pay! - Invoice! That’s the rule of our whole, like,
society!”
Doyle leans on the desk: “Defaulting? That’s another popular rule in our
society – especially with the down-and-outs. Not that I’ve perpetrated said
heinousness myself…”
Cordy: “So what are you saying. Why bother?”
Doyle: “All I’m saying is that if we’re ever going to take that cruise to
the Bahamas together, we’re going to need a lot more clients of means.”
Cordy: “And an alternate reality in which you are Matthew McConaughey.”
Oz walk into the office: “Hello, LA.”
Cordy gets up: “Oz? Oh, my god. (walks around the desk) Oz. It’s so good to
see you. (hugs him while Doyle watches askance) Good old Oz! Oz. (turns to Doyle
and points at Oz) Oz!”
Doyle: “Let me just take a stab at it, you’d be Oz?”
Oz: “Good guess.”
Cordy: “This is so cool! I mean, here you are in LA, and you’re the total
embodiment of all things Sunnydale.”
Oz: “It’s a burden, but I manage.”
Cordy: “We have some serious catching up to do. How is everything? How’s –
how’s the bronze?”
Oz: “The same.”
Cordy: “And the gang?”
Oz: “They’re good.”
Cordy: “Good? – Good! - Good.”
They look at each other for a moment.
Oz: “Are we done?”
Cordy: “Completely.”
Doyle coughs.
Cordy goes to sit down: “Oh, this is Doyle. He – air quote – works here.”
Oz reaches over and shakes Doyle’s hand: “Hey.”
Oz sticks his hands in his pockets: “So, I heard the rumors, but you guys can
fill me in on the real deal here. So you guys are – like detectives?”
Cordy: “No, I’m an actress!”
Doyle: “And quite a captivating one at that.”
Cordy: “And between my many gigs, I sometimes choose to help Angel.”
Doyle: “He’s the detective.”
Oz: “Does he have a hat and gun?”
Cordy: “Just fangs.”
Oz: “Well, that works. - Where is he?”
Cut
to Angel walking through his downstairs apartment looking through a book as the
three come down in the elevator.
Angel without looking up from his book: “Hey guys.”
Angel looks up: “Oz.”
Oz: “Hey.”
Angel: “Nice surprise.”
Oz: “Thanks.”
Angel: “Staying long?”
Oz: “Few days.”
Doyle: “Are they always like this?”
Oz to Doyle: “No, we’re usually laconic.”
Angel: “Come on in. (they walk further into the apartment) So, - good to see
you.”
Oz: “I came primarily for a gig, but also to give you this.” Holds out a
ring to him.
Doyle goes to take a closer look: “Wait a minute, is that what I think it is?”
Angel makes no move to take it: “It’s the gem of Amarra.”
Oz: “One and the same. (tries to hand it to Angel, who after a moment accepts
it) Buffy wanted you to have it.”
Cordy: “Hey, Buffy. How is good old Buffy anyway?”
Oz: “She is…”
Cordy: “What? Still the brave little Slayer or is she moping around in the
dark like – (gets a look from Angel) like nobody around here. (holds up a hand
and shakes her head) Hm-mm.”
Angel turns and walks away form them looking at the ring in his hands.
Oz: “She is good. - She is Buffy.”
Doyle holds up a hand: “And I’m sure we’ll be interested in that later,
but right now can we concentrate on the mother-load Angel just hit?”
Angel leans on the table turning the ring in his hand and looking at it.
Doyle: “What are you waiting for, man? Put it on!”
Cordy: “Okay, you’re getting weird about this ring. Since when did you go
all versace about accessorizing?”
Doyle: “Since the accessory is priceless and renders it’s wearer 100%
unkillable if he’s a vampire.”
Cordy: “Unkillable? Whew. You mean not even stakes?”
Doyle: “Not nothing. Not stakes, not fire, and the best thing is not even
sunlight. (to Angel) I mean just think of it man. Poolside tanning, bargain
matinees, - plus I know a couple of strip clubs that have a fabulous luncheon
buffet, I mean, it’s – I’ve heard.”
Angel still looking grave: “And it’s from Buffy.”
Oz: “Yeah. Your buddy Spike dug up Sunnydale looking for it. He got a fist
full of Buffy and left it behind. She wanted to be sure it was in good hands.”
Angel looks to the side: “So she sent you.”
Oz: “I was heading this way.”
Cordy to Oz: “And she didn’t even send a note? Wow. That’s really – (Angel
looks at her) –this is one of those times when I should just shy away from the
topic, isn’t it?”
Doyle walks over to Angel: “Come on I have something that will boost your
spirits. (picks up a stake) Why don’t you put it on and I’ll stake you.
It’ll be fun!”
Angel still playing with the ring in his hand and looking off to the side:
“Maybe later.”
Doyle: “What, are you out of your mind?”
Angel: “I said, maybe later.”
Doyle: “Yeah…”
Angel: “Doyle.”
Doyle walks towards the elevator: “Okay, you have it your way, man. But I’m
still going to celebrate with a drink down at the pub.”
Cordy to Oz: “He’d celebrate the opening of a mailbox with a drink at the
pub. (waves at Angel as she follows Doyle) You coming, Oz?”
Oz still watching Angel: “Yeah. I could eat something.”
Angel: “Go ahead.”
After a beat Oz turns and follows the others.
Angel keeps looking at the ring. Finally sticks it in his pocket and goes down
in the sewers. He takes it out of his pocket and hides it under a loose brick
next to a pipe.
Cut
to the office the next day. Cordelia is getting a cup of water for Doyle from
the water cooler and sits down at the desk across from him.
Doyle moaning: “Oh, god. You know what would feel really good right now? One
of those mind-numbing, head-cracking visions that I get from time to time, (he
struggles to get some pills out of a bottle) because that would really kill me
now. Is there some kind of trick to this?”
Cordy takes the bottle from him: “I think the trick is laying of the ale (pulls
out the cotton wad out of the bottle and shakes some pills into her hand) before
you start quoting Angela’s Ashes and weeping like a baby man.”
Doyle accepts the pills and washes them down: “Hey, that’s a good book.”
Cordy: “So I’ve heard. But I doubt that the main characters are Betty and
Barney Rubble as you so vehemently insisted last night. Also I don’t think Oz
appreciated being called my little Bam-bam all night.”
Cut
to Angel doing some Tai-chi in his apartment. The phone rings and he goes to
pick it up after the second ring.
Angel: “Hello? – Hello.”
Rachel: “Angel?”
Angel: “Rachel. Are you alright?”
Rachel: “They let Lenny out. – The lawyer said something about a
technicality.”
Angel: “I’ll be right there.”
Cut
to Angel walking up to his car in the underground garage. As he reaches for the
door handle a beam smashes into his head sending him tumbling back against the
wall.
Spike in vamp face: “Angel. I believe you have something I’m looking for –
a shiny, little bauble?”
Angel picks himself up: “Might as well go home, Spike. The gem of Amarra stays
with me.”
Spike swings at Angel with the board. Angel catches it, hits Spike across the
chin, in the stomach, then kicks him to the floor.
Spike slowly gets back up, board in hand: “Why? Because you are vampire
detective now? What’s next? Vampire cowboy? Vampire fireman? Oh, vampire
ballerina.” Charges Angel with the beam.
Angel: “I do like to work with my legs.” Grabs an overhead pipe and swings
both feet into Spike’s chest.
Spike quickly picks himself back up and keeps stabbing at Angel with the beam,
while Angel dances around him like a boxer, dodging the board. Spike tries to
pin him onto the hood of the car but Angel kicks him off, taking the beam a way
form him in the process.
Angel twirling the beam in his hands: “We duke it out, huh? Is this your big
strategy to get the ring back?”
Spike attacks again: “Hey, I had a plan!”
Angel fends him off with the beam, then pins him onto the car: “You? A
plan?”
Spike: “A good plan. Smart. Carefully laid out. – But I got bored. (hits
Angel and pins him up against the wall) All that watching, waiting, - my legs
started to cramp. (throws Angel up against the door leading out) Enough with the
hit’n’quip. Just tell me were the damn ring is.”
Angel turns around in vamp face: “It wouldn’t go with your outfit.”
Hits Spike around for a while and finally throws him against the wall just as
Cordelia and Doyle run in behind Angel.
Spike slowly gets back to his feet: “Cordelia. You look smashing. Did you lose
weight?”
Cordy: “Yes, there is this great gym at - hey!”
Spike to Angel: “I’ll get that ring. This isn’t over until one of us is a
pile of dust, mate.” Runs off.
Cordy to Angel: “Are you okay?”
Angel walks off a ways from then (still in vamp face) then turns around.
Doyle: “More importantly, how’s the ring?”
Angel: “It’s fine. (morphs into his human face) I can’t say the same for
you two though. You better get out of sight until this thing is over. Spike is
out for blood. (to Doyle) Take her to your place.”
Cordy: “His place? Why can’t I just go home?”
Angel: “Because he knows you, Cordelia. If he wants to he’ll track you
down.”
Cordy: “Yeah, but he’s not invited, right? He can’t come in.”
Doyle: “No, but he can burn the place to the ground.”
Cordy: “Okay then. Doyle’s place it is.”
Doyle to Angel: “What about you, man. You know he’ll be coming back for you
before long.”
Angel: “I know.”
Cordy: “So what are you going to do?”
Angel: “Find him first.”
Cordy and Doyle: “Alright, let’s go.”
They leave as Angel wipes at the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Cut
to Doyle’s apartment he is talking on the phone, while Cordelia is pacing the
floor.
Doyle: “Not Spice, that’s the bird down on Broadway. Spike, like in
railroads. – Uhuh, - yeah, vampire, right. _ No? – Okay, then. Thanks.”
Hangs up.
Doyle marks his open address book: “Frankie Tripod? A big no.”
Cordy: “Frankie Tripod? Oh, I get it. Some kind of three-legged monster, right?”
Doyle: “No, he’s human.”
Cordy: Then why is his name… Oh…”
Doyle gets up: “Hey listen, why don’t you sit down. Get comfortable. Angel
said I should go through every name in my book until I get a bead on where Spike
is hiding out. Could be a while.”
Cordy: “Please. I couldn’t get comfortable in here if the floor was lined
with mink. I mean, how can you live like this?”
Doyle: “Well, I didn’t until last week. Then I saw what you did with your
place and I just had to call my decorator.”
Cordy: “No way. My apartment is nowhere near this yucky. (sits down on a chair.
Paper rustles. She gets up brushes it of the chair and sits back down while
Doyle picks some laundry of another chair) It smells like bong water in here.”
Doyle: “Okay a couple of laundry might be a couple of days over due, but...”
Telephone rings and he goes to get it.
Doyle: “Yeah? - Hey, Kizzy. Yeah, vamp named Spike. No? Okay. What, a “C”
note? I absolutely paid that back, man! Hey, no, sorry, there goes my other
line.” Slams the phone down.
Doyle: “He was mistaken, but I didn’t have time to get into it, right? _
I’m on a mission here! - So what about this Spike? Is he as bad as all that? I
mean should I be sweating?”
Cordy: “He’s really not… (sighs) – sweat.”
Doyle: “That’s what I figured.”
Cut
to Rachel’s apartment.
Rachel: “You keep showing up like this and I’m going to think you’re a man
of your word.”
Angel: “Stranger things…”
Rachel: “Not many.” Goes into the kitchen.
Angel follows her, carefully skirting a patch of sun: “So we’ll get you out
of here. There are places you can go, where you’ll be safe.”
Rachel: “Like a shelter?”
Angel: “It’s a start. He won’t be able to find you, I swear.”
Rachel: “No, it’s not the shelter it’s just – ah – Half the time, you
how this whole thing starts up again, Lenny and me?”
Angel: “You call him.”
Rachel: “I – I – I just start to jones for him. The way he jones for rock.
And I call, or I find him in some dive, and I drag him home, - and it’s *good*
for a while.”
Angel shakes his head: “But it doesn’t last. This last time he would have
killed you.”
Angel watches with a sigh as she tries not to cry.
Rachel: “I’m scared, Angel, I’m more scared of me right now than I am of
him.”
Angel: “You’re at a crossroads, I know. It’s either go for the easy fix
and wait for the consequences, or take the hard road and go with faith.”
Rachel: “Oh, god. You’re not from that freaky church on Sunset, are you?”
Steps away from him.
Angel: “In yourself. That kind of faith. - What I’m saying is: if you leave
Lenny for good, it’ll hurt. But eventually you’ll be stronger for it. And
maybe you’ll find your way to the kind of love you deserve.”
Rachel: “You mean the kind of love that comes without 911 calls?”
Angel: “That’s the general idea.”
Cut
to Doyle’s apartment.
Cordy eating popcorn: “Oh, yeah, Spike’s nearly done Buffy in a few times. I
mentioned that he’s killed two Slayers already?”
Doyle: “You did.”
Cordy: “Oh, and this one time he and Dru raised this demon that burned people
from the inside. It was this whole weird thing with an arm in a box.”
Doyle spellbound: “An arm in a box?”
Cordelia nods. The phone rings and Doyle picks it up.
Doyle in a nasal voice: “House of Pies.”
Angel in his apartment checking the mechanism of his wrist sheathes: “Doyle?
Is that you?”
Doyle: “Oh, sorry man. Just laying low. All those calls to past acquaintances
stirred up a few, uh, old resentments.”
Angel: “I hope it was worth it.”
Doyle: “Yeah, well, listen Manny the Pig said he didn’t know anything about
a vampire called Spike.”
Angel: “So?”
Doyle: “So he said that before I mentioned anything about Spike. You’ll find
him at a joint down on third called the Orbit Room.”
Angel: “Okay. I’ll start with Manny the Pig then.”
Doyle: “Work your way down.”
Cut
to Angel slamming a guy down on a table.
Guy: “He left for the club.”
Cut to Angel smashing a different guy up against the wall with his hand around
his throat.
Guy: “Try the game.”
Cut to Angel the Pig down on a poker table, the grabbing him by the throat and
getting right in his face. Three other guys there draw their guns and point them
at an unfazed Angel.
Pig to the guys: “Put them down. (they lower the guns. To Angel) He’ll kill
me if I talk.”
Angel: “How healthy do you think it’ll be to stay quiet?”
Pig: “He’s out back.”
Cut
to Angel coming out the back door. He sees Spike snacking on a girl.
Angel: “Let her go!”
Spike looks up at him in vamp face: “Did anyone ever tell you you were a real
buzz-kill, mate?”
Spike throws the girl into Angel and stalks off in disgust.
Angel to girl: “Run.”
Cut to Angel running after Spike. Spike comes up against a chain fence at the
end of the alley.
Spike turns around says sounding bored: “Caught me fair and square, White Hat.
(slowly lift his hands up over his head) I guess there is nothing to do now but
to go quietly and pay my debt to society.”
Angel closes with him slowly: “You think you can come to *my* town and pull *this*
crap? You never learn, Spike.”
Spike with a smile: “I maybe a slow learner…”
Chains rattle behind and as Angel turns around a guy in white whips a chain
around Angel’s neck and drags him to the ground.
Spike watches the guy hog tie Angel: “But eventually I learn.”
Cut
to Doyle’s apartment. Cordy is sitting by the phone, Doyle is pacing.
Cordy: “Angel should have called by now. (sighs) this is bad!”
Doyle: “Maybe not. Maybe he did away with Spike in short order, and decided to
give a go at surfing?”
Cordy: “Right. – What am I worried about? Angel has the ring, right?”
Doyle: “Right! I bet he is out hanging 10 right about now, out on the sandy
shore at. Wind in his hair...”
Cut to Angel hanging in a couple of chains by his wrists in a warehouse.
Doyle voice over as camera pans down Angel’s body: “Bikini babes a
whistlin’”
The white-clad guy form the alley puts on a classical LP the opens a trunk and
takes out torture tools.
Spike: “Marcus is an expert. Some say artist, but I’ve never been
comfortable with labels. – He’s a bloody king of torture, he is. Humans,
demons, - politicians, makes no difference. (starts to circle Angel) Some say he
invented several of the Classics, - but he won’t tell me which ones. - beneath
the cool exterior, you’ll find he is rather shy. – Except with kids. (to
Marcus) You like kids, don’t you Marcus? - Well, likes to eat. (leans in close
to Angel) and other nasty things.”
Angel thrashes in his chains and Spike pulls back with a satisfied smile.
Marcus puts on wire-rim glasses as he walks over to Angel. He rips his shirt
open and stares at his chest.
Marcus: “His skin…”
Spike: “Annoying isn’t it? Still attached.”
Marcus: “Over 200 years of living and so little external damage. - What about
internal?”
Spike: “Do you two need to be alone, or can we go on to the ouchy part?”
Marcus lays his hand on Angel’s heart: “He’s known love.”
Spike: “Yeah, and with a Slayer no less. How is that for perversion?”
Marcus: “And he has a soul.”
Spike bored: “Right, vampire with a soul. Cursy-cursed to walk the earth
trying to do good. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Marcus: “On the contrary. Creatures with souls have something to lose.”
Spike: “Souls, fingers, toes… Let’s get chopping, will you? I want my damn
ring!”
Marcus to Angel: “What do you want, Angel?”
Angel: “Are you going to torture me, or just bore me to death?”
Marcus goes to pick up a poker that has been heating in a fire-barrel and stabs
it clear through Angel’s lower right chest. Angel suppresses a scream.
Marcus: “Probably a little of both.”
Spike with a smile: “Someone’s having shish kabob.”
Cut to later. Angel has several metal pokers sticking through different parts of
his body.
Marcus playing with some pliers: “What do you want Angel?”
Angel gasping: “A house in the country, a pair of good running shoes that you
can also wear out to dinner.”
Spike pacing impatiently: “Why do you keep asking him that? And why do you
keep playing that bleeding Brahms?”
Marcus: “Actually it’s Mozart. Symphony 41. I find it very effective.”
Spike: “Yeah? Personally I prefer his older funnier symphonies myself. - LOOK
I WANT MY RING BACK! (kicks a box, the breaks a wooden handle and aims the
resulting stake at Angel’s chest) If I don’t get it pretty soon, I’m going
to stake me old Sire right here and now!”
Marcus: “Are you finished? He knows you won’t kill him until you get the
ring. He knows you’re lying.”
Spike drops the stake, to Marcus: “*You* get it for me.”
Marcus: “Soon he’ll want to tell me everything he knows - and then some. -
And he knows I’m not lying.”
Spike looking at Angel: “I believe he does.”
Angel: “You’re an idiot, Spike.”
Spike: “You think? Because I’m not the one chained to the ceiling with hot
pokers in my side,”
Angel: “You hired a vampire. What do you think he is going to do with the
rings when he finds it, huh? Hand it over to you?”
Spike: “Oh, good Lord, why didn’t I think of…? Oh, wait half a mo’, I
did. I hired a guy who doesn’t care about the ring, or anything else on God’s
green earth except taking blokes apart one piece at a time. - It’s called
addiction, Angel. We all have it. - I believe yours is named Slutty the vampire
Slayer. (music ends and Spike breathes a sigh of relief) Thank you! - Speaking
of little Buff, I ran into her recently. Your name didn’t come up. Although
she has been awful busy jumping the bones of the first lunk-head that came along.
Good-looking fellow - used her shamelessly. - She is cute when she is hurting,
isn’t she?”
Angel: “I think she’s cuter when she’s kicking your ass.”
Marcus starts the LP over and Spike sighs.
Spike: “I think I will go get a bit of fresh air - leave you two kids to it. (Marcus
sticks another hot poker through Angel’s thigh, who lets out a short scream)
Now that is music!”
Cut
to Angel’s apartment. Spike comes up through the sewers and starts to tear the
place up.
Spike: “If I was a ring, where would I be? - - Well, this is fun. – But
it’s going to get old real fast.”
Cut
to the warehouse. Marcus is circling Angel holding a pistol in his hands.
Marcus: “Most things that live and breath hate the dark and love the light.”
Marcus shoots a hole in the ceiling and Angel flinches back from the beam of
sunlight that streams in through the hole.
Marcus: “We are different though, aren’t we? We hate the light of day, and
it hates us back in kind. (shoots again) – You hid the ring Angel, or you
could be walking in the light right now. So I have to wonder: what do you want
if not the ring? It’s through the pain that we find the truth of who we are.
It strips us of our defenses. We are made innocent again like children. I like
children, Angel. - I’m here to help you find that innocence, Angel, - here –
with the light. (shoots again forcing Angel to strain away or burn)”
Cut
to Spike coming up into the office. Cordelia is waiting with a crossbow ready in
her hands.
Cordy: “When you are done giving the place the Johnny Depp once-over – I
hope you have the cash to pay for all of this.”
Spike slowly steps closer: “Cordelia. Love the hair.”
Cordy: “Wish I could say the same.”
Doyle aiming a gun at Spike: “That’s close enough.”
Spike: “What is it with you good guys running in packs? Who is this one then?”
Doyle: “More than meets the eye.”
Spike: “Ooh, the Mick’s got spine! Maybe I’ll snap it in two.”
Cordy: “Do you want me to use this?”
Spike: “You’ll be dead before that arrow leaves the bow. (Cordy lowers the
bow slightly) Now where was I? Bloody tired of looking for that ring. I think
you two should take over now,”
Doyle: “Where is Angel?”
Spike: “Angel, um – tall brooding guy, caveman brow? – He’s having the
living hell tortures out of him. And you know how stubborn he can be, he might
die before he gives up the ring. Why don’t you two find it real fast and give
it to me. I’ll let Angel go.”
Cordy: “I don’t trust you.”
Spike: “To coin a popular Sunnydale phrase: ‘duh!’ But you have until
sundown to save him. You’ll find me behind Peterson’s Fishery between Seward
and Westminster. (walks off) Don’t be late.”
Cut
to the warehouse.
Marcus: “You did terrible things when you were bad, didn’t you? And now you
are trying so *hard* to do good. But Angel, there is nothing either bad or good,
but thinking makes it so. (Angel is fishing with his feet for the stake Spike
dropped earlier while Marcus back is turned) - Now I can make the pain go away,
(pulls out a poker, Angel screams) and as you know, (pulls out another poker) I
can bring it back again. (as he walks back to the table Angel manages to get the
stake between his shoes) What do you want, Angel? I think I know, but I’d like
to hear it from you. The truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Angel: “I want - - forgiveness.”
Marcus: “Yes. That’s the truth, - and you want to earn it. You’re not the
type that takes the easy way out. Which is why I like you so much. In the end
you won’t feel guilt – or remorse – or anything but pure darkness. In the
end – the ring, the past – none of it will mean anything anymore. You’ll
be free. I promise.”
Angel: “And I promise (swings his legs up and drives the stake between his
feet towards Marcus chest) to kill you.”
Spike catches Angel’s legs: “Now, now, staking the torturer is strictly
prohibited.”
Marcus hits Angel.
Spike pulling Marcus back: “Easy, fella, still need that ring. (to angel) Now
you’ve made him mad. Wouldn’t want to be in your chains.”
Marcus: “Won’t be long now.”
Spike: “Well, what’s say I’ll grab a pair of needle-nose pliers and give a
hand?
Cut
to Cordy and Doyle rifling Angel’s apartment.
Cordy: “Drat!”
Doyle: “What?”
Cordy: “It’s not in the freezer and it’s not in the toilet tank. In the
movies it’s always in one of those places.”
Doyle: “It’s not here.”
Cordy: “We’ve looked everywhere!”
Doyle: “Except…”
Cordy: “The rat infested sewer tunnels he uses to get around in the day
time.”
Cut to the sewers. Cordy and Doyle a searching, each holding a flashlight.
Cordy: “This is not a needle in a haystack, this is a needle in Kansas.”
Doyle: “Yeah, I know, you’re right. We just got to keep looking.”
Doyle lets Cordy get a ways ahead of him just watching her back, Suddenly blue
spikes pop out all over his face. He sniffs the air, then the spikes disappear
and he walks over to where Angel his the ring and picks it up.
Doyle: “Here!”
Cordy comes running back: “How did you do that?”
Doyle: “You got to get lucky sometimes.”
Cordy: “I could hug you! (when Doyle spreads out his arms) You’re not that
lucky. Now, come on we’ve got save Angel!”
Doyle: “Right, by giving Spike exactly what he wants so he can kill us.”
Cordy: “Right! - No, we need a plan.”
Cut
to Spike waiting in the shadows behind the Fishery. Cordy and Doyle walk up.
Spike: “So – where is my ring?”
Doyle: “Not on us.”
Cordy: “But we know where it is.”
Spike: “And suddenly I’m so painfully bored. Time runs short, children. Give
me that ring as if Angel’s life depended on it.”
Cordy: “Listen you little Cockney, take us to Angel now.”
Doyle: “So if he’s still in one piece we tell you where you can find the
ring.”
Spike: “He is still alive I think. In one piece was never part of the deal.”
Cut
to the warehouse. Angel is slumped in his chains. Spike, Cordy and Doyle walk
in.
Spike: “Lucy, I’m home.”
Cordy runs towards Angel: “Angel!”
Spike holds her and Doyle back: “hey, hey! A deal’s a deal.”
Angel: “Cordelia.”
Spike: “And our deal was for the ring. You’ve wasted quiet enough of my
time, so I’d really like it – NOW!”
Doyle: “You want the ring, you dog? (pulls it out of his pocket and throws it
past Angel) Go fetch!”
Cordy: “Okay. You’ve got the ring, we’ve got Angel. And now you’re going
to leave us alone, and we’re going to leave.”
Spike: “Come on. You don’t really thin that we’re going to do that, do you?”
As Spike reaches for the ring you can hear tires squealing.
Cordy: “Not really.”
Doyle: “No.”
Oz van bursts through the side of the warehouse, rams through some barrels and
comes to a screeching halt behind Angel as Spike rolls out of its way. Oz pulls
out two crossbows and aims them out of the driver’s side window while Cordy
and Doyle free Angel and help him into the back of the van.
Oz: “Spike.”
As the van backs out of the warehouse, Spike looks around for the ring in vain.
Spike: “Where is the ring? - Bloody hell.”
Cut
to Marcus slowly walking out into the sun. He does not burn.
Cut
to Spike having a tantrum in the warehouse.
Spike: “Son of a bitch! - I do the work, - I do the digging, - fight off a
Slayer, - drive to LA, fire the help, - and what do I get? - ROYALLY SCREWWED,
is what! - Well that cinches it. No more partners. From now on I’m my own man.
A lone wolf. Sole survivor. Look out, here comes Spike! The baddest mother… (a
beam of sunlight from one of the bullet holes hits the back of his head and his
hair ignites) Ahh! (he ducks and puts his hair out with his hands) I really hope
they kill each other.”
Cut
to the beach. Marcus is walking onto a pier in full sunlight.
Cut
to Oz van.
Oz: “How is he doing.”
Doyle: “He’ll live.”
Cordy: “Not without help. We need to get him to a hospital.”
Oz: “I hear you. But which one? They all tend to specialize in humans.”
Doyle: “He’s right, too risky. Do you know any first aid?”
Oz: “Basic sixth grade, but I can improvise. If we can get him some place
dark, maybe I can…”
Angel: “Turn around!”
Oz: “Angel.”
Cordy: “He’s delirious. Ignore him.”
Angel: “Turn around!”
Cordy: “So you can do what? It’s daylight and you’re ringless. Unless
you’re changing the act to human torch, I don’t think so.”
Doyle: “She’s right. You’re death on toast, man. You’re in no shape to
be fighting a torture demon.”
Angel pulls out the last poker still stuck in his side.
Angel: “God! – Okay, he’s got a thing for children. Oz – turn around. He
couldn’t have gone far.”
Oz spins the van around.
Cut
to Marcus on the pier looking at a group of scouts.
Marcus: “Hello boys and girls.”
Oz drives onto the pier and rams into him sending him flying. Cordy get out.
Cordy to scouts: “Run, now. Move your little scout legs. Now! Go! Come on!”
Oz shoots Marcus in the chest with a crossbow bolt. Marcus just pulls it back
out and throws it away.
Doyle: “Damn it. I’ll get him.” He and Marcus start to fight. Marcus
knocks Doyle down.
Cordy: “Doyle!”
Oz to Angel in the back of the van: “You’re sure about this?”
Angel: “Yeah.”
Oz opens the side door and Angel launches himself out with a scream. He catches
fire as he runs to tackle Marcus. They crash through the railing and into the
water below.
Cordelia looking over the railing: “Where is he?”
Cut
to the dark area under the pier. Angel and Marcus stand up in the shallow water.
They fight. Luckily for Angel Marcus isn’t the best fighter. They are pretty
evenly matched.
Marcus: “What were you planing to do? Kill me?”
Angel: “Well, after all, I promised.”
They fight some more.
Angel: “You never cracked me, Marcus. - You tried, and you failed. Now that
(Angel manages to impale Marcus on a board that’s sticking out) that’s got
to be torture.”
Angel pulls the ring off Marcus’ finger and he dusts with a scream.
Angel slowly puts the ring on his hand and hesitantly steps out from under the
pier blinking at the sun, looks around in wonder.
Cordy: “Are you all right?”
Angel: “Fine. - (to Oz) Thanks for the help, man. You were key.”
Oz: “You’re - - incredibly pale.”
Cordy: “Look, you should lie down. We should take you home.”
Doyle: “Just give him a minute.”
Angel wanders out on the beach looking amazed.
Oz: “He’s very pale. Paler than most people.”
Cut
to the top of a skyscraper. Angel is watching the sun set.
Doyle: “So how long has it been between sunsets?”
Angel: “200 years, give or take.”
Doyle: “Well you got to be feeling pretty damn good then, huh? I mean this
ring – changes everything, don’t it? - Yeah, it’s spectacular, I know. But
I do promise that there will be another one exactly like it tomorrow.”
Angel: “Not for me.”
Doyle: “What are you saying? That the city will be hit by a meteor before
tomorrow night or…”
Angel: “No.”
Doyle: “No. It’s to horrible to say the other. I can’t even bring myself
to say the other.”
Angel: “I’m not going to wear the ring.”
Doyle: “That was the other. - You got a real addiction to the brooding part of
life. Anyone ever tell you that?”
Angel: “Once or twice.”
Doyle: “Care to explain? - I mean this ring is your redemption. It’s what
you’ve been waiting for.”
Angel: “nah, it just looks like it.’
Doyle: “Angel, man, think what you’re saying.”
Angel: “I have. I’ve thought of it from every angle, and what I figure is I
did a lot of damage in my day, more than you can imagine."
Doyle: “So what, you don’t get the ring because your period of
self-flagellation isn’t over yet? I mean think of all the daytime people you
could help between 9 and 5.”
Angel: “They have help. The whole world is designed for them, so much that
they have no idea what goes on around them after dark. They don’t see the weak
ones lost in the night, - or the things that prey on them. And if I join them,
maybe I’d stop seeing, too.”
Doyle: “And who’d look out for all the insomniacs?”
Angel: “I was brought back for a reason, Doyle, and as much as I would like to
kid myself, I don’t think it was for 18 holes at Rancho.”
The sun sinks below the horizon. Angel takes off the ring, picks up a brick and
smashes it. Big green flash of light.
Doyle: “Oh, and that Rachel girl with the crazy boyfriend called. Said to say
thanks, and that she found a little faith. Said you’d know what that means.”
Angel: “I don’t know about you, but I had a nice day. – You know, except
for the bulk of it, where I was nearly tortured to death.”
Doyle: “Yeah, well, you stood up.”
Angel: “Oh, god. I was this close to telling him everything. I mean, one more
hot poker and I was giving him the ring, your mom, - everything. - How is your
mom?”
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