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Angel
Episode #11: "Somnambulist" Transcript
Written
by Tim Minear
Disclaimer: This transcript is done to
give the poor people that lost their WB station this fall a way to keep up with
the series, not for profit and no infringement of any rights was intended.
Previously
on Angel:
Angel: “You had a vision.”
Cordy: “Boy! Howdy!”
Cordy: “Doyle kissed me just before he died and he passed it on to me!”
Angel: “You’re my link to the Powers now.”
Wesley on his motorcycle.
Angel (voice over): “What’s hunting you?”
Barney (voice over): “He’s unstoppable. Like a machine. He’s an assassin.”
Wesley aiming crossbow: “Hello, Angel.”
Cordy and Wesley in Angel’s apartment.
Cordy: “Wesley?!? What are you doing here? Are you working with Angel?”
Wesley: “I’m a rogue demon hunter now.”
Cordy: “What’s a rogue demon?”
Night.
A girl is running for her life, terrified of whatever is chasing her. Rounds a
corner and runs right into a man. He grabs her, lays a metal tipped finger
against her lips. We get a glimpse of fangs. He draws a mark on her cheek, bites
and drains her. Camera pans overhead as her lifeless body slips to the ground.
There are police sirens in the background. The vampire looks up at the camera,
and its Angel in vamp face. We get a close up of his face as he morphs back into
human face and we see him gasping for breath. He’s sitting up on his bed fully
dressed and clearly wigged.
Cut
to Kate driving up to a crime scene in a police car.
Kate: “Where?”
Officer: “Over there detective.”
Kate bends down to look at the victim. It’s the girl from Angel’s dream.
There are bite marks on her neck and a cross has been scratched on her left
cheek.
Kate: “It’s the same guy. This makes three. He’s just getting started.”
Intro.
Cordy
sitting behind her desk in Angel’s office.
Cordy: “I believe in Los Angeles. It’s the city of dreams, a mystical oasis,
built from a dessert. (Gets up and plays with the blinds) But even sunny blond
LA has its trashy dark roots, and you’ve learned that the hard way, haven’t
you? (Walks around her desk and leans over an empty chair) You’ve taken your
problem to the police, they can’t help you, so you’ve come to us.”
Office door opens to admit Wesley carrying a newspaper and some letters in his
hand.
Wesley: “I think it’s about to speak.”
Cordy straightens up: “Nobody likes a smart-ass, rogue demon hunter. What do
you want, Wesley?”
Wesley comes in: “Just thought I’d pop round so we might compare battle
plans from our respective fronts.”
Cordy: “Oh, I thought you worked alone?”
Wesley: “Well, even a solitary soldier, such as myself, recognizes that a free
exchange of intelligence benefits the common struggle. - Also, I brought in your
mail and newspaper.”
Cordy takes it: “Oh, thanks. So what have you got?”
Wesley: “Got?”
Cordy: “You wanted to compare skinnies on the current ‘evil happenings’.”
Wesley: “Yes. Skinnies. Precisely. - Uh, right, well... Everything *seems*
quiet.”
Cordy: “Okay. Well, - thanks for stopping by.”
Wesley sits down across form Cordy’s desk: “And you? - How go things on your
end of the good fight?”
Cordy: “I’ve been giving the hard sell to an empty chair. What do you think?”
Wesley: “Quiet all around then. (Cordy looks at the paper and mail he brought
in) Well, I’ll keep myself available. The situation can only escalate. We made
a most effective team, I felt. Vanquishing that empathy demon in such short
order.”
Cordy: “Yeah, well, nobody gauged out my eyes, so I’m happy.”
Wesley: “Yes, most effective. Your cryptic visions, Angel’s brawn, my *highly*
developed powers of deduction rounding out...”
Cordy hands the mail back to him: “This isn’t our mail.”
Wesley: “Sorry?”
Cordy points to one of the letters: “See here? The dentist office - next door.”
Wesley takes the bundle: “Oh, I see. I didn’t... (Sees something on the
front page of the paper) realize...”
Cordy: “Something wrong? You stopped yammering.”
Wesley takes a deep breath and gets up: “I, ah, I suppose I should return
these items to their proper owner.”
Wesley leaves just as Angel comes out of the elevator, slamming the grate open,
and walks into the office.
Angel: “Who were you talking to?”
Cordy frowns at him: “Nobody. And Wesley. Uhm, so, you remember that license
plate we got on that runaway case?”
Angel pouring himself some coffee: “I remember *you* were going to follow up
on it.”
Cordy: “No go. The BMV is totally stalker-phobic. And wow! You look half-dead.
(Angel looks at her) Which for someone, who’s completely dead, would be - kind
of neat?”
Angel walks over to her desk and holds out a hand: “License plate,
Cordelia.”
Cordy hands him the paper: “Uh, right. I thought maybe you could have police
woman run it for us on the Q.T.?”
Angel: “Kate.”
Cordy: “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean for a guy who’s 200 plus, you’re
not usually (points at her eyes) with the bags.”
Angel walks towards the door: “I’ll do this now.”
Cordy stares after him: “Hey...”
Angel looks back, irritated: “Look, I’m fine Cordelia. All right?”
Cordy: “All right.”
Angel walks out the door and right into a patch of sunlight. Jerks back, hissing
with pain and turns back into the office.
Angel: “I’ll take the tunnels.”
Cordy gets up and shuts the office door. Camera pans over to show Wesley lurking
in the foyer, mail still in hand. He looks at the closed door than sneaks
towards the exit.
Cut
to the police station. Kate walks in with Angel following her.
Kate: “You know I’m not supposed to release that kind of information to a
civilian, Angel.”
Angel: “I know.”
Kate: “If it were anyone else...”
Angel: “I appreciate it, Kate.”
Kate sits down at her desk: “I know you do. So I don’t mind. I’ll run it
myself, have it for you by morning.”
Angel: “No rush. Late afternoon, evening will be fine, actually.”
Kate: “To be honest, I won’t mind getting my head out of this case. Even for
a minute.”
Angel: “Tough one?”
Kate looks down at a picture of an older man: “The first victim, Reggie Sparks,
volunteered as a crossing-guard. (Pulls over another photo as Angel walks around
to look over her shoulder) Jinny Markem, she just started the tenth grade, and
Jessica Halpren, 25, worked as a waitress. (Looks up at Angel) And do you know
what they all have in common? - What he did to them. That’s all.”
Angel: “That’s not all. They have you.”
Officer hands a folder to Kate: “Here are the crime scene photos you wanted.”
Kate: “Thanks. (Opens the folder to look at the photos) Look, why don’t you
stop by tomorrow? By then I’ll have invaded a citizen’s right to privacy for
you, and you can... (Looks up at Angel, who’s staring at the photos. Flash to
the scene from his dream.) Yeah, it’s pretty grim, isn’t it? I’ve spent
the last 48 hours putting together a suspect profile, and believe me, being
inside this guy’s head hasn’t been a whole lot of fun. - The tabloids are
calling him ‘the pope’. Probably thinks he’s doing God’s work.”
Angel still staring: “No. Just the opposite. This is about mocking God. (Sees
her looking at him) That’s my guess.”
Officer to Kate: “Detective? They’re ready for you now.”
Kate: “Yeah, okay. Looks like it’s show... (She looks back at Angel and sees
that he is halfway out of the office already) ...time.”
Cut
to the police briefing.
Kate: “Our suspect will be a white male. To the observer he will not seem a
monster. His victims put up little or no struggle, so it’s likely that he is
charming, attractive, (blends into footage of Angel walking down a crowded
street at night) but at his core he is a loner. Possibly a dual personality, who
once the crime has been committed, retains no memory of the act. (Blend back to
Kate giving the briefing) He will not view his victims as subhuman, rather it’s
himself that he views as something other than human, more than human, a superior
species. (Blend to Angel) Stalking his prey, getting to know them. (Back to Kate)
It’s unlikely that he’ll be married though he may have recently come off a
long-term relationship that ended badly. We look for a precipitating event in
cases such as this, and a painful breakup is always at the top of the list. (Blend
back to Angel. He spots a blonde talking to some friends, her back to him) Prior
to failing this relationship may have marked an inactive period in our suspects
life. He would have regarded it as a lifeline, his salvation, (The blonde turns
and it’s not Buffy. Angel walks on.) but once ended, it resulted in his
recidivism. - What is not in question is his experience. He’s been doing this
for a very long time, (blend back to Kate) and he will do it again.”
Cut
to Cordy getting ready to leave the office. She opens the door and Wesley is
just outside. They both gasp.
Cordy: “Jeez, Wesley! Hover much?”
Wesley comes in and closes the door: “Where is he? Where is Angel?”
Cordy: “Not here. (Sees the stake in Wesley’s hand) What is that?”
Wesley: “Just what it looks like.”
Cordy: “Kind of rude coming into a vampire’s place of business with one of
those things, don’t you think? Could be misinterpreted?”
Wesley puts down his bag and pulls out a newspaper clipping: “You recall
earlier this morning that mix-up with the dentists mail and newspaper? (Shows
her the clipping) That’s when I saw this.”
Cordy looks at it: “Oh, my God! You cut up Dr. Folger’s newspaper? You’re
going to get us kicked out of this building.”
Wesley: “What? No, Cordelia, the clipping!”
Cordy takes it: “Third body found in alley. So? Not exactly front-page
news.”
Wesley: “Actually that is the front-page, but still, note the modus operandi?
The mutilation of the corpse with a religious icon?”
Cordy: “I’m against it?”
Wesley sighs and takes the clipping back: “I think you better sit down. (Cordy
goes to sit on the couch with a big sigh) While executing my duties as Watcher
in Sunnydale, (pulls a folder out of his bag) I did extensive research.
Specifically on Angel, given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.”
Cordy: “He looked pretty comfortable to me.”
Wesley shows her the folder: “When I saw this story today it rang chillingly
familiar. So I reacquainted myself with certain facts, confirming, I’m sorry
to say, my grim suspicions. In the late 1700s it was Angelus’ custom to
‘sign’ his victims by carving a Christian cross into their left cheek. (Cordy
flips through the folder) He liked to let people know he’d been there.”
Cordy hands the folder back to him: “Okay, you get to leave now. - You’re
not gonna come in here and accuse Angel like this.”
Wesley: “Cordelia.”
Cordy gets up: “No! I don’t care how many files you have on all the horrible
things he did back in the powdered wig days! - He is good now. And he’s my
friend. And nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!”
Angel: “Cordelia. (Wesley spins around) He’s right.”
Cordy to Wesley: “You’ll stake him and I’ll cut his head off.”
Angel walks forward and Wesley threatens him with a cross: “Come no closer!”
Angel turns his head away from the cross: “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Cordy: “Oh, is that what you told Miss ‘third body found in alley’?”
Wesley: “Why should we believe a word you say?”
Angel laughs, grabs Wesley’s arm and spins him around to grab him by the neck:
“Because this is how fast I could take you if I wanted to.”
Wesley: “All right. We’re listening.”
Angel pushes him away.
Angel: “I have no memory of doing any of these things.”
Cordy: “Not exactly the confidence inspiring denial I was looking for.”
Angel goes to sit on the edge of the desk: “I’ve been having dreams.”
Wesley: “Dreams?”
Angel: “Killing dreams. Always the same. (Swallows) I-I stalk them, toy with
them, mark them while they are still alive. And before they can die from their
fear, I feed on them.”
Cordy: “Okay. So you’ve been having nightmares, it doesn’t mean you...”
Angel: “They’re not nightmares. I’ve enjoyed them.”
Cordy: “Oh.”
Wesley: “And you fear that these may be more than just dreams, that you are
acting them out in some sort of hypnogogic state.”
Cordy: “Hypnowhatic?”
Wesley: “Sleepwalking.”
Cordy: “Vampires can’t sleepwalk. He’d take one step out of the front door
and his p.j.s would burst into flame!”
Wesley: “Unless it were happening in the pre-dawn hours. - Which is when all
these murders took place.”
Angel: “There is only one way to be sure.”
Cut
to Wesley and Cordy shackling Angel to his bed.
Wesley to Cordy: “You’ve got to make it tight.”
Cordy huffs: “Like I need instructions from you. - My glamorous LA life, I get
to make the coffee and chain the boss to the bed. I’ve got to join a union.”
Angel: “Cordelia, I think that’s tight enough.”
Cordy pulls on the chain one more time: “And if it turns out that we’re back
on the liquid lunch, better safe than cocktails!”
Angel sighs.
Wesley: “Well, all we can do now is wait.”
Cordy sighs: “Yeah. And no offense Angel, but maybe you are committing those
horrible crimes just in your dreams, but even so, I don’t want to stick around
for your nocturnal commissions.”
Angel: “I understand.”
Cordy: “Okay. Well, pleasant... ah, I mean, sleep tight.”
Angel: “That’s pretty much a given.”
Cut
to a girl dressed in old-fashioned clothes and a white bonnet running down a
cobble street at night. She knocks on a locked door. A guy grabs her and lays a
metal tipped finger on her lips. He marks her left cheek with a cross, then
feeds off her. She falls dead to the ground. Cut to Angel with shoulder length
hair, wearing old-fashioned clothes, looking down.
Angel: “There now, isn’t that better?”
Cut to Angel waking up with a gasp, still chained to the bed.
Cordelia comes in carrying a newspaper: “Wakie, wakie!”
Wesley gets up from a chair at the foot of Angel’s bed: “We made it.”
Cordy: “Great news, sport’s fans, there has been another killing. Well,
maybe not so great news for the - you know, dead person, but at least now we
know that Mr. ‘I’m so tortured’ didn’t do it.”
Wesley beds down to undo Angel’s shackles, but stops when Angel says: “Yes,
I did.”
Break
Cut
to the past. The Girl’s is laying dead on the ground.
Angel’s looking down: “There now, isn’t that better?”
Blond vampire straightens up: “Better.” Morphs into human face.
Angel: “First kill. Aptly done.”
Penn smiles: “It’s strange. She was my sister.”
Angelus: “And yet you feel nothing.”
Penn: “No, I feel hungry.”
Angelus: “Ah, you do learn very quickly.”
Penn: “My father would disagree.”
Angelus: “Ah, then perhaps it’s time you shared with him just what a fine
student you’ve become.”
Penn: “My father, yes. - They’ll all be sitting down to dinner now.”
Angelus: “A feast. Excellent. When they invite you in, savor it, Penn. You’ll
not recapture the moment. Family blood is always the sweetest.”
Cut
to Penn looking at the latest newspaper article. He has a short goat-tee, short
hair, styled somewhat like Angel’s, and is wearing glasses. Newspaper
clippings are stuck on one wall. He adds the new clipping.
Cut
to Angel’s apartment. Angel goes to sit down on a chair.
Angel: “I taught him well.”
Cordy: “A real psycho-wan-kenobi.”
Wesley: “200 years practice. I imagine he has it down by now.”
Cordy: “No lie. Gallagher’s changed his act more often than this dude has in
the last two centuries. Why do you think he’s still doing the same old schtick?”
Wesley: “Well, I mean, it’s a classic, isn’t it? (Smiles) Every time he
smashes that watermelon with a sledgehammer I just...”
Angel and Cordy look at him.
Angel: “I don’t know why.”
Wesley: “You don’t suppose it’s his way of trying to draw you out? That he
knows you’re here. That might explain the dreams.”
Angel: “No. I used to have a connection with those I sired. It just means
he’s close, that’s all.”
Cordy: “Neat. We can’t find him and the cops stand absolutely zero chance of
stopping him.”
Angel gets up to leave: “Kate.”
Wesley: “What are you doing?”
Angel: “She doesn’t know what she’s dealing with, what she’s up against.”
Wesley: “And you’re not going to tell her. - Think about it. You can’t
walk into a police precinct with intimate knowledge about these murders and
claim a 200 year-old Puritan is responsible. - You’d be locked up faster than
Lady Hamilton’s virtue! (Looks over at Cordy) My apologies.”
Cordy: “That’s okay. I-I don’t know what that meant.”
Angel: “She’s a good cop. She has resources we don’t. Eventually she *will*
find him.”
Cordy: “Bad for her then.”
Angel after a beat: “Or good for us.”
Cut
to Angel walking into the police station playing with a piece of paper in his
hands.
Kate sees him: “Hey. I have the info on your license plate. (He swallows and
looks around) Angel, are you okay? Not that the ‘brooding man of mystery’
thing isn’t working for you. I mean it is. A lot.”
Angel: “Can we talk somewhere in private?”
Kate: “Sure, of course.”
She
leads him into the briefing room.
Kate: “What is it?”
Angel: “Ah... (Closes the door and goes to look at the crime photos pinned on
a cork board) How’s the investigation?”
Kate: “It’s nowhere. (Pulls out her necklace and plays with the cross on it)
Some of your more inconsiderate serial killers often fail to leave us any clues.
(Angel stares at the pictures) Angel?”
Angel looks from picture to picture, matching them up to flashes of Penn’s
dead family.
Angel: “He’s reliving it.”
Kate: “What’s going on?”
Angel turns around and sees the cross held between her fingers.
Angel: “It’s complicated.”
Kate: “So make it simple.”
Angel: “Kate, do you trust me?”
Kate: “You know I do.”
Angel unfolds the paper in his hands and pins the drawing of a face to the
corkboard.
Angel: “Trust me when I tell you - this is the man you’re looking for.”
Kate: “Where did you get that? How could you possibly...”
Angel: “Do you trust me?”
Kate: “I don’t understand. Are you protecting a source? (Angel just looks at
her) Yes, I trust you.”
Angel: “His next victim will be a white male, adolescent. He’ll take him off
the streets in a low rent neighborhood. Probably near a bar or liquor store and
he’ll kill him just like he did these others. Unless you use every resource
this department has to make sure he is not successful this time.”
Cut
to Angel walking through the police garage to his car. Wesley is sitting in the
passenger seat.
Wesley looks at his watch: “So, I take it you told her everything.”
Angel: “Just enough to get her killed.”
Wesley: “Well, we’ll just have to see that doesn’t happen.”
Angel: “Exactly. (Hands him a police scanner) Once you hook this up, she finds
something, we’ll know about it.”
Wesley: “Where did you get the police radio?”
Angel: “Police car.”
Wesley: “Oh dear!”
Cut
to Kate briefing her officers with the help of a city map.
Kate: “ So lets set up patrols here and here. Anything matching the profile
gets reported.”
Cut
to a young kid accosting people in front of a liquor store.
Kid: “Excuse me, Sir, could you buy me some beer. I left my I.D at home and I
can’t... (Man ignores him and enters the store) Wipe.”
Sees a woman heading towards the store: “Ma’am, ma’am, could you possibly
pick me up some beer? It’s for my mother, she needs...”
Woman ignores him, and the kid turns away frustrated to spot a guy watching him:
“Hey dude, are you old enough to buy beer?”
Penn smiles at him.
Cut
to a cop car pulling up. They have a copy of Angel’s drawing and watch as Penn
leads the kid away.
Cut
to Penn and the kid walking down a deserted street.
Kid: “Are you sure about this man? I don’t think there is any discount
liquor store over here.”
Penn: “You know you remind me of a brother I once had.”
Kid: “Yeah, whatever. I think we’re going nowhere here.”
Penn: “Good point.”
Kid turns around and Penn, in vamp face grabs and bites him, just as a bunch of
police cars are closing in from all sides. Penn looks up, blood on his mouth.
Officer: “You! Right there, hold it!”
Penn drops the kid, runs and jumps through the boarded up second story window
into a warehouse, while the cop stares in disbelief.
Cut
to Angel’s car.
Police scanner: “All units. Backup requested at 3336 Channel Avenue. Use
caution. Multiple homicide suspect believed to be on the location.”
They pull up to the scene.
Officer talking to Kate: “Search teams are on their way now. He went in
through there. We’ve sealed the exits. The place is big, but we’ll find him.”
The kid is being wheeled away on a stretcher, shaken but alive.
Kate pulls her gun: “I’m going in.”
Angel spots a drain pipe on the side of the building and backs up to park the
car. He and Wesley get out.
Angel: “Meet you back here.”
He takes a hold of the pipe and scales up it as if it were nothing.
Cut
to the inside of the warehouse. Kate is slowly walking up some stairs, enters a
big room. She hears footsteps and aims her gun at Penn who is coming down some
wooden steps.
Kate: “Don’t move! – Do not move, I will fire!”
Penn keeps walking and she shoots him three times in the chest. He falls to land
motionless at the bottom of the stairs. Kate slowly walks over to him, her gun
trained on his chest, and reaches down one hand to check for a pulse. When she
doesn’t find one she holsters her gun and takes out her radio to report in.
Penn reaches up and grabs her by the front of her shirt.
Penn: “Ouch.”
He throws her across the room. She tries to pick herself up as he slowly
saunters towards her. Suddenly a figure drops through the floor above to land
between them in a cloud of dust. Angel briefly looks to make sure Kate is all
right then turns to face Penn.
Penn: “Angelus? (Laughs) Angelus! (Claps him on the arms) My God! It’s been
a life time!”
Angel: “At least.”
Penn: “We were to meet in Italy, remember?”
Angel: “I remember.”
Penn smiling: “Well, I waited. (Kate crawls towards her radio) Hell, I waited
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