Night. Scene opens in a graveyard, in which the constant hum of a light rain permeates.
The Camera follows a pair of feet into the heart of the graveyard, stepping through puddles and brush. Camera pans out to reveal it’s Angel, and he stops to looks down at a tombstone.
Cut to: a close-up of the tombstone, reading:
“WESLEY WYNDAM-PRICE
BELOVED FRIEND AND SON
FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT”
Angel remains silent, but his eyes are bloodshot and teary. As the camera pans out, lightning strikes off in the distance, temporarily lighting the backdrop. A figure appears in the thick of the light; though distant, the figure appears to be watching Angel.
Angel kneels down in front of Wesley’s grave.
ANGEL (teary-eyed)
I’m keeping the family together Wes. No more deaths, no more sadness. You’d have wanted it that way, I know you would’ve. (He stands up) I won’t let you go, Wes. You’ll always be in the team (he begins walking away).
As Angel walks towards his car, The figure approaches. Tension rises for a moment, until Angel realizes who it is.
ANDREW
Ah yes…doing a routine graveyard check, I presume? Smart thinking, Angel. Evil waits for no one. A hell spawn could rise at any moment, and a trained hero must be ready to anticipate and eliminate!...So, uh, what exactly are you doing?
Night. Scene opens in a graveyard, in which the constant hum of a light rain permeates.
The Camera follows a pair of feet into the heart of the graveyard, stepping through puddles and brush. Camera pans out to reveal it’s Angel, and he stops to looks down at a tombstone.
Cut to: a close-up of the tombstone, reading:
“WESLEY WYNDAM-PRICE
BELOVED FRIEND AND SON
FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT”
Angel remains silent, but his eyes are bloodshot and teary. As the camera pans out, lightning strikes off in the distance, temporarily lighting the backdrop. A figure appears in the thick of the light; though distant, the figure appears to be watching Angel.
Angel kneels down in front of Wesley’s grave.
ANGEL (teary-eyed)
I’m keeping the family together Wes. No more deaths, no more sadness. You’d have wanted it that way, I know you would’ve. (He stands up) I won’t let you go, Wes. You’ll always be in the team (he begins walking away).
As Angel walks towards his car, The figure approaches. Tension rises for a moment, until Angel realizes who it is.
ANDREW
Ah yes…doing a routine graveyard check, I presume? Smart thinking, Angel. Evil waits for no one. A hell spawn could rise at any moment, and a trained hero must be ready to anticipate and eliminate!...So, uh, what exactly are you doing?
CREDITS
David Boreanaz
James Marsters
J August Richards
AMy Acker
Jenny Mollen
Max Perlich
and Seth Green
GUEST STARRING
Michael Muhney as Kane Hodges
Kyle Secor as Logan Echolls
Brett Rickaby as Tannenbaum
and Ian McKellan as Peter Hamlin
Cut to: Angel and Andrew enter ing Spike’s apartment. They all seem tense, and Andrew bares a visible guilt. Oz and Nina are playing chess while Gunn and Spike lounge around.
NINA
Hey, you’re back…Who’s that?
OZ
Is that…Andrew? Hey, I remember you from high school.
ANDREW
The flying monkey prank?
OZ
Junior prom.
ANDREW
Oh.
OZ
You got rejected by like 6 girls. That was pretty funny.
ANDREW (awkwardly)
Yeah, thanks. (Forces a laugh) Haven’t forgotten those good times. (Trailing off) Made me feel really good inside…
A moment passes. Spike goes to the fridge to grab a beer.
NINA
I take it we’re not all out of sad-mode yet?
ANGEL (clearing his throat)
Andrew…found me. He said he has news…
ANDREW
What? News! Right. Well get ready to turn those frowns up-side-down, cause have I got some news for you! (Pauses) Brace yourselves, everyone....I’m a full time watcher at the Watcher’s Council! (Waits for applause).
SPIKE
That’s bloody ridiculous.
ANDREW
Is not! Giles says I’m a bloody good watcher!
SPIKE
You’re a pathetic, obsessive git from Sunnydale who spent his time building robot sex toys and –
ANDREW
That was Warren –
SPIKE (uninterrupted)
Crying like a sodden baby at the hellmouth! Who the hell would they let you ‘watch’!!
Dana pensively walks into the room, timid and looking at the ground. Spike screams.
SPIKE
Crazy psycho slayer! (He ducks behind the couch and breaks his bottle on the wall, holding it like a weapon). Come to finish the job, have we!? Gonna steal my feet now?
Dana shrieks at the sound of glass breaking and hides herself in Angel. He looks trite.
ANDREW
Spike!
SPIKE
You’re behind this, aren’t you!?
DANA
He’s scaring me!
NINA
Whoa, whoa – we’re not all buddies here?
SPIKE
Cut my bloody hands off!
ANGEL
Those were special circumstances.
SPIKE
The hell they were! (Starts backing up) This is all a bloody conspiracy! Let’s kill Spike. Jolly good time!
ANDREW
Spike, calm down! She’s with me and she’s perfectly harmless. I swear!
Spike looks pissed.
ANGEL
Spike, just hear him out. He’s our friend, remember?
Spike slowly lowers the broken beer bottle.
ANDREW
As I was saying….I’m an official watcher of the Council and I hand-picked Dana to be my slayer. She’s just so darn cute (he pats her head) and she never makes fun of me like some people at the office whose name starts with B and rhymes with stuffy – because that’s what she is, she’s stuffy. She never stops to say hi… or even cares about my feelings…. It’s like she still doesn’t even trust me. (Takes a tissue out of his pocket and dabs his eyes, Angel and Spike exchange looks) Um, right well… While she’s been in England, we’ve rehabilitated Dana and enrolled her in a bunch of character-building programs. And she’s made excellent progress – well at least she had, until Spike scared her half to death. (To Dana, sweetly:) Are you ok, sweetie? Did the big bad blonde man frighten you?
Dana continues to hold onto Angel. He looks over at Nina, who’s giggling.
NINA
Always the crazy ones that throw themselves at you.
ANDREW (emphatically)
Hey – I’m not done. Okay, so, Dana is slowly learning about her role as (triumph music) a slayer and bringer of justice to all those who dwell in the dark bowels of society’s undercity!
OZ (smirks)
He said dark bowels.
NINA
How’s that working out for ya?
ANDREW
Hmm? Oh, yeah, well Dana isn’t quite ready for field ops yet. We can’t risk her progress being reversed by violent confrontation. Not yet.
SPIKE
Well then… that’s nice you stopped by to show off your madcap slayer and all, but you can sod off to the Wanker’s Council now.
ANDREW
Well, if you’re gonna be a Negative Nancy, maybe I won’t tell you the big surprise I had for you guys.
SPIKE (utter disbelief)
Negative Nancy…? Did you just call me a Negative Nancy….? (Turns to Angel) Did he call me a Nancy?
ANGEL (tentatively)
Er…is it important? Cause we kinda have things to do.
NINA
We all know we don’t have things to do.
ANDREW
What if I told you I held the key…to the rest of your lives! (He holds out keys) Keys that will determine the outcome of the war against evil?
OZ
Well if they’re mine, give em back. They’re not yours.
ANDREW
Angel, I’m about to show you you’re new home.
Cut to: Angel, Nina, Gunn, Oz, and Dana trailing Andrew along a side walk, and Spike walks distantly behind them. Night has fallen.
Cut to: A wider shot of them walking, and Andrew stops in front of a store called “Galactic Comics: comics, cards, action figures, and more!”
NNA
A comic book store?
ANDREW
Well, it’s special.
ANGEL
Got that right.
GUNN
Not surprising, though.
SPIKE
Brilliant. I bloody knew this was a trick. He’s trying to kill us.
ANDREW
Am not!
ANGEL (looking at comic book sign)
Andrew, seriously, I don’t know what you’re getting at here –
ANDREW
Hey mister, if you want to be college roommates with Spike for the rest of your eternal life, then by all means just turn around. But just give this a chance, Angel You won’t be disappointed.
After hesitation, they file into the comic book store. Spike perches up against the glass and lights a smoke.
GUNN
Not coming in?
SPIKE
I’m not about to waltz into an Andrew-breeding ground, mate. No thank you. But you go on and have a gay old time. (Exhales).
GUNN
Suit yourself. (He wheels himself in)
Cut to: interior of comic book store, where a nerdy looking fellow with glasses stands behind the counter. As Andrew walks by, the two nod nonchalantly at each other.
ANGEL
Know each other?
ANDREW
We’re tight. (To the comic book nerd) I’m showing it to them, Randy.
RANDY
(Giggles) Sweet.
OZ (to Randy)
You have the Wolfman series?
RANDY
Totally. Number 119 came out last week –
OZ
Might I suggest you stop selling it? That comic totally spreads a false understanding of socio-ecologic werewolf habits.
RANDY
Don’t be a retard. Everything they say is dead on –
Andrew grabs Oz and pulls him toward the group.
ANDREW
You don’t want to comic-book-fight with him.
OZ
I can take him.
Cut to: Andrew standing in front of a door marked “employees only.” He unlocks it, and signals them in.
ANGEL
Where’s Spike?
GUNN
I think he’s making a statement.
ANDREW (dreamily)
He’s so emo.
They file into the door, which takes them across a nicely furbished catwalk into a lobby.
Cut to: a sweeping shot of the office, which has a small reception area comparable to Angel’s first apartment in LA. All the rooms and doors have windows between them, making for a very spacious area. There is a definite 1940’s feel, with hardwood floors and bookshelves filled with random literature.
ANDREW (As they walk)
In 1944, the Watcher’s Council founded a Los Angeles office as an offshoot of their administration. Under hectic situations, they were forced to abandon the office in 1951. Though the office was out of business, certain members of the Council had considerable influence over the Commissioner, and convinced him to protect the building from restructuring or demolition. They concealed the complex behind this comic book store –
RANDY (nerdily)
It’s really not as big as it looks.
ANDREW
I’ll take it from here, Randy. (Randy leaves) The Council kept a key to the building, however. The very key, Angel, that I pass onto you now.
The group scatters within the lobby, which has high ceilings and all the décor of functioning office.
ANDREW
Though structurally the building remains in its Post-Depression image, I assure you I’ve taken the time to stock your facility with the latest technologies to aid you in your quest against evil.
Angel looks around, awestruck. Nina runs off down the hallway as Oz inspects an armored mannequin in the atrium.
ANGEL
I don’t understand.
ANDREW
Oh come on! I practiced that speech for hours on the plane.
ANGEL
Why would you – the Council – just hand this over?
ANDREW
Angel…despite the words that we may have exchanged last time, the Council and I really were grateful for your help with Dana. I mean, she’s turned out to be one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Just look at me, Angel. I’m a watcher now! And I have you to thank for it. So I did a little research for the perfect thank-you gift, I found out you guys were out of a home base.
Angel tries to suppress his genuine happiness.
ANGEL
There’s – there’s gotta be more to this. A condition, an evil demon infestation I need to kick out first –
ANDREW
No Angel – no strings attached. This is your new home, base of operations, and personal library of comic books just a few feet away. (Andrew smiles fervently, then nudges Dana) Go on, Daney, do what we practiced.
DANA (sweetly)
Thank you, Angel. You’re my hero.
ANGEL
That’s not fair.
ANDREW
Oh that is completely fair!
ANGEL
You put her up to it.
ANDREW
Did not! (After they exchange a few laughs, Andrew focuses) After preventing another apocalypse, it’s the least we can do. (He puts his arm around Dana)
Angel’s pride fades somewhat by that remark. But before he could brood, Andrew pushes him.
ANDREW
Come on, let’s take a look around!
Camera pans out as they tour the atrium, then turn left into a wide hallway.
Cut to: Spike, still perched up against the window, smoking. He looks impatient, and looks over his shoulder into the comic book shop. Randy waves at him heartily.
SPIKE
Bugger.
He kicks his head back so it is out of the range of the lamppost. His smoke mushrooms in the light.
Cut to: Angel and Andrew walking throughout the complex, and Dana walks timidly behind. They stop and look into a laboratory from an entirely windowed wall.
ANDREW
I…kind of got a late notice about Fred…(looks at through the glass at the extensive lab)
Angel hesitates.
ANDREW
I mean, you can use the lab if you want, but I wouldn’t be offended if you….didn’t feel up to it.
Angel looks away.
ANDREW
Hey, um…I also wanted to apologize earlier. I had no idea that…Wesley died. Guess you can say I have bad timing.
ANGEL
It’s ok.
ANDREW
Well, luckily for both of us, I still have one last surprise up these tweed sleeves (He looks at his watch). C’mon, this one’s awesome! (He scurries down the hall).
Angel tentatively follows.
Cut to: the atrium, in which 4 men congregate and heartily laugh. One particularly old one is smoking a pipe.
MAN
Well I was starting to worry if we were in the right place! That comic book store is a convincing cover.
ANDREW
Gentlemen! How are you? I’m so glad to see you. Everyone, I’d like you to meet the building’s new patron, Angel. (The men heartily smile and wave). Angel, this is LA’s very own Commissioner Echolls!
ANGEL
Nice to meet you, Commissioner.
ECHOLLS
Angel, please, call me Logan. Only my constituents and the delivery guy call me Commissioner Echolls. (The surrounding men laugh). Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. On behalf of the police force and the city of Angels, I’d like to personally welcome you to this hidden fortune. (They shake hands).
ANGEL
Did you own this place?
ECHOLLS
Me? No, I’ve just protected it from municipal demolition. The true man behind the vision is standing to my left. (Points to man with the pipe).
PIPESMOKER
Peter Hamlin, former head of the office. A pleasure to meet you, Angel. I’m so glad the building is finally going to good use again. (They shake hands).
ANDREW
Mr. Hamlin was the head of this Watcher’s office while it was active – he’s also one of the people who rallied for its protection, like the Commissioner said. What’s it been now, Hamlin, 60 years in the business?
HAMLIN (heartily)
68, lad ,but I’ll be damned if the Council pulls me out of retirement again.
ECHOLLS
If my memory serves, Mr. Hamlin maintained official ties with the Council back in Britain.
HAMLIN
(Laughs) Well of course, Logan, I wasn’t just going to roll over and retire at age 28!
ECHOLLS
Well that makes one of us, Peter. It’s every man’s dream to retire at that age! (They laugh). Oh – Angel, where are my manners. These other two men of my personal staff This is my assistant, Mr. Tannenbaum - (leans towards Angel) and ironically enough, he’s Jewish – and this other man is my lord and savior –
HAMLIN
Otherwise known as a lawyer (laughter) –
ECHOLLS
Mr. Hodges.
For the first time, the camera focuses on Hodges, who has violet eyes and a secretive smile.
HODGES
Mr. Angel. I’ve heard so much about you.
ANGEL
You’re a lawyer?
HODGES
Indeed.
ANGEL
What firm?
HODGES
I’m an independent party.
ANGEL
Ever work for a firm?
HODGES
I have. (He smiles).
A moment passes in which the two of them focus on each other. Echolls breaks the ice.
ECHOLLS
Uh-oh, I think someone lost a settlement in court! (Laughter ensues. Hodges smiles). Well it wouldn’t surprise me. Kane hasn’t failed me yet.
HAMLIN
So Angel, what line of business are you in?
ANGEL
Uh…private investigation.
ECHOLLS
Is that right? Well, Peter, looks like the department’s got a new best friend (laughter).
ANDREW (walking over to the mini-bar)
Gentlemen! Can I interest you in a drink?
ECHOLLS
Well, now that you mention it, I’ll take a brandy.
HAMLIN (gently grabbing Andrew’s wrist)
Andrew, lad, let me take care of that. I’ve had quite the experience in social drink preparation.
ANDREW
Right….go ahead!
Hamlin prepares several glasses and begins pouring brandy.
ANDREW
Oh, Angel, I almost forgot. The Commissioner is treating us to lunch shortly…some French place!
ECHOLLS
La Magne a la Petite, Andrew. Fine French dining, my treat. I hope you can take us up on that offer, Mr. Angel.
Hamlin returns to the sitting area, small brandy glasses in hand. He serves each person a glass.
ANGEL (holding hand out to protest)
Oh, no thank you. I’m not much of a drinker.
HAMLIN
You sure, now?
ANDREW
Angel…heh…(rather reprehensively) you don’t say no to a social beverage!
ANGEL
Uh…(thinks for a moment as Hamlin maintains his outstretched hand). Yeah, okay.
ANDREW (forced laugh)
What living and breathing man could say not to a drink!
Angel throws Andrew a look.
ECHOLLS
So, Mr. Angel, what kind of economic 401-K do you invest in?
(Angel stares blankly as he sips his brandy).
Cut to: Illyria stands in front of a mirror in one of the office bathrooms. At first she stands completely still, staring at herself in it. Then she morphs into Fred, and she “tests out” the art of smiling and laughing. She continues to morph back and forth until Oz opens the door. He freezes as Fred’s face stares back at him. After a moment, Fred morphs back into Illyria, and after a longer moment, Oz slowly closes the door as he leaves. Illyria looks back at the mirror.
Cut to: Angel, Andrew, and the rest of the visitors sitting in the lobby.
ECHOLLS
…Well the market is just saturated with these off-the-record lots, Angel. But assuming all the finances are sorted by the time the ink’s dry, you can really advocate your small business at a professional level.
Angel faintly nods.
ANDREW
….fascinating!
Angel takes another sip. Hamlin’s eyes twitch slightly.
ECHOLLS
Well (looks at watch), we’d better be on our way if we expect to make our reservation on time. You’ll love this restaurant, Angel. Beautiful outdoor seating, right on the street!
ANGEL (nervously)
Outside…in the sun?
ECHOLLS
You betcha!
ANGEL
Oh, you know…it’s been kind of a rough week. I think I’ll just settle in for the time being. Besides – sensitive skin.
ANDREW
But we can sit inside, right?
HAMLIN
Andrew, my boy, don’t pressure him. I’d want to take some time to settle in, too, if I’d just inherited Mi6 (laughter).
ECHOLLS
We’ll be in touch Angel, and I suspect you and I will be pretty good friends.
The procession begins to file out of the door.
HAMLIN
A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angel.
ANGEL
Just Angel, is fine…
ANDREW
Could you take care of Dana while I’m gone? (Angel opens his mouth to speak) Thanks, you’re a doll! (He waves as he exits).
Tannenbaum leaves, and Hodges exchanges looks with Angel as he leaves.
Andrew turns around for a moment to mouth the words “I’m having lunch with the commissioner!” Angel turns and enters his office wing.
Cut to: Inside Angel’s office, which has a few boxes piled on the floor.
WHISTLER
They’re all evil, you know.
Angel is startled; he looks up to find Whistler sitting in his chair.
ANGEL
What the hell are you doing here.
WHISTLER
Telling you that they’re all evil.
ANGEL
What – the powers tell you that? Or is that your own 6th sense at work.
WHISTLER
A politician, his assistant, a lawyer, and his Watcher’s Council accomplice…you do the math.
ANGEL
Oh yeah? And Andrew?
WHISTLER
He’s just a tool.
ANGEL
That has nothing to do with –
WHISTLER
A tool. An instrument. A naïve idiot who’s gonna inadvertently raise some hell because he’s too damn stupid to see these people for who they really are.
ANGEL (sarcastically)
And who are they, really.
WHISTLER
You’re new arch-nemesis…es. Neme-sissies. Arch-… You get me.
ANGEL
I don’t need you to tell me who my enemies are.
WHISTLER
Well how about that lawyer? He just reeked of Wolfram & Hart -
ANGEL
Lawyers are lawyers.
WHISTLER
Angel, do you know why the Watcher’s Council deserted this joint back in the 50’s?
ANGEL
No, but you do.
WHISTLER
Actually…I don’t know squat. I was hoping your curiosity would take it from there.
ANGEL
Yeah, well…I’m busy. Unpacking.
WHISTLER (getting up)
Fine then. I’ll just hit the pub, get in a bar fight or something. I’ll mysteriously appear again if I get another glorious vision (opens door, then stops). Really, Angel. Trust me on this one (he leaves).
Cut to: Nina and Dana sitting in the lobby area. They appear to have made a trip to Starbucks.
DANA
What is this called again?
NINA
Caramel Frappachino, but no one’s testing you on it. I just nod to the gal who works there, she knows the drill.
The two of them take sips at simultaneous times, making for an awkwardly silent moment.
NINA
So you’re a slayer, huh? How’s that treating you?
DANA
Slayer…it’s ok. At least I’m with people who care about me.
NINA
Yeah, that’s a must. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being weird, it’s that good company is like essential to survival.
Dana stares quizzically at her.
NINA
Oh, I didn’t mean weird! Well, maybe I’m weird, as a werewolf, but you’re a slayer. A chosen one to fight vampires – well beside Angel –
DANA
And Spike.
NINA
…And Spike.
DANA
But…I’m really no good at it.
NINA
Why do you say that?
DANA
At the institute…all the other slayers fight demons, even if it’s just in the training room. I’m so bad at being a slayer I’m stuck taking brain tests and stuff.
NINA
Don’t kid yourself, girl, you’re a natural slayer. They know that, too. That’s why there’s trying to hard to get you there. Trust me, Andrew couldn’t be more proud.
Dana blushes at those words.
NINA
Hey now – does someone have a crush on their watcher?
DANA
Oh, no – no, he’s like a… a big brother to me. Always there to pick me up when I fall and stuff. Guess he’s like my best friend. Ever since I killed my last one.
NINA
Oh…well uh, I know he’s just crazy about you. In a – brotherly way, of course.
DANA
How can you tell?
NINA
How can you not? He’s practically glowing now that he’s your watcher. It’s like destiny. (She sips) Take it from me, kid, Andrew is as happy as he’s ever been now that you’re in his life.
Dana smiles.
Cut to: Angel and Gunn, laboring over a pile of books.
ANGEL
…In the fall of 1944, The Watcher’s Council expanded their offices into American soil. Due to a growing number of demon-related deaths in Southern California – (Angel looks up) – the hellmouth – the Council saw Los Angeles fit to set up an emissary.
GUNN
Well the hellmouth’s a town over – or, it was….and remind me again why we’re suddenly hittin’ the books?
ANGEL
I – it’s just a feeling. You know, that there’s something not right about the whole thing. There’s a reason why this place was shut down all those years ago, and once we find that out, we can take it from there.
GUNN (raises an eyebrow)
Usually I’m all about charging in blindly, but –
ANGEL
Just….trust me on this one.
GUNN
Yeah, well…keep reading.
ANGEL
… The expansion office functioned efficiently for several years until inherent corruption led to its abandonment…
GUNN
Mmm, corruption.
ANGEL
Hey, here’s Hamlin. A much younger Hamlin. (Zoom to black-and-white photo of Hamlin) He was appointed the head of the office since its start …
GUNN (Leaning over)
That old guy Andrew was brownnosing? Gimme that book (he takes it from Angel and inspects several more photos)
ANGEL (Having perused several photos)
Who’re those people next to him (he points)? They show up with him in almost every picture.
GUNN
Let’s see…From left to right, it says: Ian Lanaway…Philip Cornerstone… Palmer Young…none of these names ring a bell.
ANGEL
But those guys seemed like the office’s inner circle. Must’ve been where the corruption came from.
GUNN
That Hamlin guy? I doubt it. I saw him in the hall, he’s the pretentious pipe-smoking type.
ANGEL
Stranger things have happened.
GUNN (reading)
Yeah, well…what a minute…November of 1950, there was a murder in the office.
ANGEL
Actually inside it?
GUNN
Says the body…a janitor…was found stuffed in a closet. (Looks up) He was stabbed in the stomach.
ANGEL
That rules out demons. I’m telling you, something about this isn’t right –
GUNN
Wait…more murders. One in December…two in January…By the time the office shut down in March of 51, there were 7 victims. All stabbed.
ANGEL
Andrew didn’t say anything about that…
Angel puts his hand to his forehead, as if suppressing a headache.
GUNN
The first six were just janitors, mailcarriers, and a secretary….the last one was actually a watcher. His body was found in the basement.
ANGEL
Does it say who did it?
GUNN
Uh…no. That’s the last log. (He thinks) There’s gotta be more to this than what the book says.
Angel puts his hand to his forehead, grimacing for a moment.
GUNN
You okay?
ANGEL
What? Yeah…just feeling kinda…are there any other books you can reference?
GUNN
Uh, yeah. Have you checked this place’s library? I’m sure I can find something.
ANGEL
Good. Then keep….researching (Angel trails off, looking rather desensitized).
GUNN
You sure you’re fine? Seem a little sick….or high. Either way, don’t look good.
ANGEL
Yeah….I should be fine (He gets up slowly, hand holding his head). I’m just going to…(stumbles) look around…or maybe lay down.
Angel stumbles to the door, visibly sweaty and pasty. He opens the door, and looks back at Gunn and he walks into the hall.
ANGEL
We’ll get to the bottom of this…Don’t you (As he turns around to face forward, the scene becomes a bright, surreal ambiance. He suddenly finds himself in a flashback of the office in the 1940s-50s, in which people are walking by him in a busy, work-loaded atmosphere.) – worry.
There’s a reason why we never found out about this until now. And there’s a reason why Andrew didn’t know, either. It’s gotta be some kind of cover-up.
. He looks back at the office Gunn was in, which now holds a conference of several well-dressed men.
ANGEL
Whoa.
SECRETARY (on phone)
Watcher’s Council of Los Angeles, this is Denise speaking! Hold please – Watcher’s Council of Los Angeles, this is Denise speaking!
Angel wanders down the hall, completely confused. The employees walk right through him as they pass by; he’s obviously having a vision.
VOICE (hushed)
We’re doomed! Our cover is blown!
VOICE 2
Shh! Shut up! This isn’t the place for it.
VOICE
He’ll tell, I know he will! No bribe can keep that janitor from telling the whole damn world!
VOICE 2
Just calm down!
The voices bicker as Angel advances towards the room they’re in. The secretary Denise suddenly screams, and Angel swings around.
Cut to: The secretary Denise, standing in front of an open closet door. On the floor in front of her is a dead body.
DENISE
I – I just opened the door and his body fell out! Oh my God, he’s dead! Carlos is dead!
The camera focuses on the on-looking crowd. Angel recognizes Hamlin and his group looking as shocked as everyone else.
HAMLIN
Angel.
Angel stares at him. The scene fades to present day, and Nina is standing right where Hamlin was.
NINA
Angel, what are you doing?
ANGEL (disillusioned)
Nina…hey. Nothing. I was just looking around.
NINA
Looked more like you were staring at the floor like some bimbo.
ANGEL
Where’s Dana?
NINA
Well, in the entire 30 seconds we’ve been back, she hasn’t gotten past the hall. We went shopping.
ANGEL
Oh…(he walks towards her) Hey, can you take her out again?
NINA
Why? What’s wrong?
ANGEL
There’s something going …it’s not safe for you to be here.
NINA (looks at watch)
Three hours. It took you three hours to decide you don’t like this place. Ha, Oz owes me money…
ANGEL
I’m serious. There were murders here…and a conspiracy. And whatever it is, I don’t think it was really abandoned when the Council left.
NINA (hesitantly)
…Fine. Guess I’ll go kill time with Dana. She’s surprisingly a shop-aholic.
As she starts walking away, Angel gently grabs her shoulder and kisses her.
NINA (smiling)
Like I’m supposed to feel less insulted now?
ANGEL
Maybe a little.
NINA
Do it more often and I’d be glad to baby-sit your weird slayer friends. (She starts walking) See ya later, babe!
Once Nina leaves, Angel checks the same closet he saw the body in his vision, but it’s empty. He continues down the hall in the opposite direction.
Cut to: Angel staggers around several corners aimlessly. He passes several eerie armored mannequins, and random vintage globes lying around.
VOICE
I can’t believe you.
VOICE 2
We had no choice.
The scene fades to that familiar bright and surreal ambiance. Angel searches for the voices.
VOICE
We? There’s no we in this? You’re the one who killed him –
VOICE 2
It was either him or all of us. The secret is safe now. I’ll prove it…let’s go to the basement, so you can see for yourself.
The two people sprint out of a room, through Angel, and down the hall. Their faces were blurred. Angel follows them.
VOICE 2
I’ll show you that our business is very much alive and safe.
VOICE
It’s left, down that hall you moron.
Angel follows the voices in the same direction. The camera shows several shots of Angel running, stopping, and turning in several directions trying to keep up. He sees the blurred assailants at the end of the hall.
HAMLIN
Angel!
Angel turns around, facing the opposite end of the hall. Hamlin, Echolls, Andrew and the rest have returned.
ANDREW
Getting a little lost there?
Angel quickly looks back over his shoulder, but the vision is completely gone.
HAMLIN
It’s a big place, isn’t it? I got lost too when I first worked here.
ANDREW
Well I don’t care what Angel’s reason was, nobody should miss a meal like that.
ECHOLLS
Ah yes, that must have been your first time eating escargot?
ANDREW
Wie!
The men laugh jovially. Hamlin lights up his pipe.
ECHOLLS
Angel, how’d you like to play a round with us at Links’? You should see Peter’s drive. For a man in his 70’s, he can swing a club like a champ!
ANDREW
Angel, are you okay? You’re lookin a little vomity.
ANGEL
I – uh…I’m just…gimme a minute.
Angel turns and drags himself away rather hastily, heading towards where he last had a vision.
The men in the lobby all exchange slightly quizzical looks.
ECHOLLS
What an odd fellow.
ANDREW
Oh, yeah…he’s kinda like that sometimes. But hey…I’d love to take you up on that round of Golf.
HAMLIN (concerned)
Where is he going?
Cut to: Angel reaches the end of a hallway. He turns a corner and proceeds to a junction when the scene returns to the bright, surreal ambiance of the flashback. Unlike the previous visions, there is no background noise of a busy office.
VOICE 2
Throw his body down there.
VOICE
But what about the slaves?
VOICE
They won’t tell. They won’t even notice. They’re drugged, remember?
Angel follows the voices down several hallways, and reaches a dead end where a bookcase rests.
VOICE 2
Do it already. Pull the bookcase back.
VOICE
Okay, Okay – make sure the coast is clear.
Angel pulls the bookcase back, and a rusty iron door is revealed. He opens it.
Cut to: Gunn and Oz, who are scanning books and newspaper cutouts.
OZ
I’m shootin blanks.
GUNN
You’d think 7 murders would have suspects, or even make it to the papers. But…nothing.
OZ
Think there’s a cover-up?
Cut to: Angel struggling to maintain pace as he descends the stairs. His stride is broken, as if iron nails fasten the joints.
GUNN
I’m thinking yeah. For all we know, the killer could still be alive. He – or she – could even be hiding out here.
OZ
Perhaps.
GUNN
Well whatever the case, Angel can take care of it. He likes that stuff.
OZ
We’re talking about the same Angel who was just having arguing with a mannequin, right?
GUNN
Hey, that’s right….Angel’s been looking pretty sick (closes his book up). We should go find him. This whole thing doesn’t smell right.
Oz gets up and Gunn wheels himself towards the door. They freeze suddenly when a gun appears in the doorway. Tannenbaum walks in.
TANNENBAUM
Then perhaps you should cover your nose.
Cut to: a shot of a very long, dark staircase. As Angel descends it, he hears a wider variety of voices. There is a quiet hum of machinery at work.
VOICE 2
Leave it here.
As Angel descends the last step, his eyes widen in an awe-like horror. Camera pans out to reveal a huge room occupied by rows of machinery and conveyor belts. Hundreds of immigrant workers are stationed around the room, laboring over a variety of products from drugs to firearms. They all seem monotonously phased, almost working unconsciously. Camera focuses to several workers who are abnormally tense and neurotic compared to the rest.
WORKER
Please sir! Please! I need more! I – I can’t live with out it. I need it in my veins!
The enforcer beats the begging worker, and then sticks him with a syringe. The worker becomes calm, and the enforcer drags him back to his station.
Angel looks to his left, where 4 men congregate in an open area. Angel finally catches up them to reveal they are (a much younger) Hamlin and his group.
HAMLIN
The business venture goes on as planned.
IAN
I can’t believe this.
PHILLIP
We’ve killed 7 people…
HAMLIN
And no one will ever find out.
PALMER
Oh man – I can’t live like this.
HAMLIN (threateningly)
Listen to me – As head of this office and a very close friend of the commissioner, I will take anyone of you down if you so dare speak a word of this. To anyone, got that?
The group is silent for a moment.
IAN
The Council back in Britain said one more murder and they’ll have to shut the office down.
HAMLIN
Then we’ll work secretly. I’ll pull some strings with the commissioner to have this place protected while we reap the benefits of our industry.
IAN
What about Angel?
Angel freezes.
PALMER
Yeah, what about Angel?
They all look at him.
HAMLIN
Make him our eighth, men.
The bright and surreal ambiance abruptly fades. Camera focuses on Angel, breathing heavily, while he surveys his surroundings.
Cut to: A slowly panning shot of the area, which is now filled with several hundred demons, chained and starved, working in the sweatshop. The closest demon looks at Angel, hopelessly, as it labors. Its arms are frail and malnourished, and its face droops from an endless fatigue.
DEMON
Please sir, can I have some more? It’s just so addictive, I’m sorry…
Suddenly, Angel is knocked over the head with a lead pipe. As he falls to the ground, unconscious, Hamlin appears behind him. He says nothing, but a look of content arises as he breathes heavily.
Screen fades to black for a moment.
Cut to: a courtroom, in which all is silent while the jury deliberates. Angel finds himself sitting next to a man who looks remarkably like Governor Echolls, and they watch as (young) Hamlin and his gang stand trial.
JURY MEMBER
For charges of money laundering, drug smuggling, forced labor, and murder, we find defendant Ian Lanaway…guilty. (a pause) For the aforementioned charges, with the addition of illegal gambling, we find defendant Philip Cornerstone…guilty. For drug smuggling, battery, and murder, we find defendant Palmer Young…guilty. And for money laundering, drug smuggling, forced labor, illegal gambling, and murder, we find defendant Peter Hamlin…not guilty.
The audience roars with disgust. A man stands up and shouts at the jury, but security muscle him out.
MAN
Let Peter Hamlin rot in hell! He is the embodiment of corruption and evil! (He looks at the man next to Angel as he’s dragged away) You! You call yourself a Commissioner? You’re a corrupt monster! You bring shame to the Echolls name!
Hamlin smiles at the man next to Angel, who tips his hat. The man next to Angel suddenly turns to him.
WILLIAM ECHOLLS
I’m only doing it so my son can live happily, Angel. The world’s a rough place, you have to make sure the ones you care about have a good place in it.
The scene fades.
Cut to: Angel stirs awake, and his blurred vision slowly returns to normal. Another shot reveals he is chained to a steel chair. He hears a distant hum.
Cut to: Hamlin, stacking boxes on a cart. He looks over at Angel.
HAMLIN
Angel! Good timing. I wanted to have a word with you before the next drop off.
ANGEL
…It was you.
HAMLIN
Who hit you? I should hope you’d have already known that.
ANGEL
The drug rings, the labor, the murders. It was all you.
HAMLIN
No, stop. You humble me, Angel. I couldn’t have done it without the help and sacrifice of my business associates. I trust you’ve already…stumbled upon them in your recent deliriums?
Angel stares at Hamlin, as if he sees him in a new light.
HAMLIN
Ah, yes….and all the horses have crossed finish line now, haven’t they? (Chuckles)Well, not all. But certainly the one involving the pursuit of spontaneous hallucinations, right? (He smiles). Brandy or Cognac, Angel?
Angel focuses hard, and vivid, short flashes of Angel and Hamlin in the lobby fill the screen. The flashes show Hamlin pouring brandy into a glass, then reaching into his pocket and emptying a vial. Another flash shows Angel drinking and Hamlin looking on quietly.
The flashes stop.
HAMLIN
Always has been the big icebreaker.
ANGEL (threateningly)
What did you do to me?
HAMLIN
Well…in short, you’re higher than Jerry Garcia at Woodstock. You see Angel, (he reaches into his pocket and reveals a syringe) this nasty little concoction has the ability to deplete the necessary enzymes that promote human willpower.
ANGEL
So it turns them (nods at demons) into slaves.
HAMLIN
Angel, “slave” is such a politically incorrect word these days. They prefer to be called….assets.
ANGEL
Yeah, well I kinda have the urge to kill you right now –
HAMLIN
I was quite curious to know how the drug would affect a vampire….and I daresay, the results are encouraging.
ANGEL
You know, I really hate it when the bad guys talk so much. Really takes away from their image. Not to say you had much of an image, after betraying your friends -
HAMLIN
Don’t be ridiculous. Their fates 50 years ago were their own folly. They simply didn’t have the conviction to stay in the game. And naturally, I couldn’t risk their liabilities in my enterprise. (Lightly) They just had no moral principles, Angel.
ANGEL
(Nods at demons) You call this moral? You’re sick.
HAMLIN
Oh, what’s this? You like demons now? This is news. I was certain your whole motif was about eliminating them from the face of the earth. Or at least as far as Los Angeles extends.
ANGEL
These demons can’t hurt anyone.
HAMLIN
No, not in the condition they’re in. (Looks at Angel) Besides, they wouldn’t be very useful drones if all they did was try to kill me. Food deprivation and a certain incentive drug takes care of that problem.
ANGEL
So this is what you do. You’re a petty drug lord who’ll kill to protect his money.
HAMLIN
But not without principle, Angel. I’m doing the world a favor by keeping these hellions locked up.
ANGEL
You just couldn’t find the human labor you once had in the 50s, so you settle for the next best thing, don’t you? There’s no honor in that.
HAMLIN
Business was always my primary interest, Angel. The art of prioritizing and organizing. (Footsteps descend the staircase) Speaking of which.
A figure reaches the bottom of the stairs, and walks into the light. It’s Governor Echolls.
ECHOLLS
The shipment’s on time, I presume.
HAMLIN
As guaranteed.
Echolls looks over at Angel.
Cut to: Gunn and Oz, still held hostage by the gun-carrying Mr. Tannebaum.
GUNN
Tell us what’s going on!
TANNENBAUM
I should think the .9 mm I point at you speaks for itself.
GUNN
Where’s Angel?
TANNEBAUM
Another word, and I’ll see to it you never leave that wheelchair.
A silent moment passes in which tension builds. Tannenbaum is suddenly smacked over the head with a two-by-four. Whistler appears in the doorway, and grabs Tannenbaum’s gun.
GUNN
Who the hell are you?
WHISTLER
I’m a friend, and that’s all you need to know right now. Let’s go find your boss. (He runs off, Gunn and Oz exhchange looks).
Cut to: the basement, where Angel is tied up and Echolls and Hamlin conspire.
ANGEL
You too? I knew you had an accomplice -
ECHOLLS
Spare me the injustices of the matter, Angel. At this point I really couldn’t care less.
ANGEL
A commissioner who buys demon made drugs.
ECHOLLS
I thought you were smarter than that. I’m not a junkie client, dumbass, I’m a partner.
ANGEL
So it’s just all one big protective conspiracy. This city makes me sick.
ECHOLLS
I’m not a bad person, Angel. I love the people I govern. That’s precisely why I agreed to this. (He walks over to one of the working demons) My father – Commissioner over 50 years ago - was a man of the people. In all respects, really. Even when it came to crimes like drug-commerce, he’d help a man out if the favor would be returned.
ANGEL
Sounds like a real likeable guy –
ECHOLLS
I’m sure that’s exactly what went through the demons’ minds when they tore him apart limb by limb. But what do they know (touches a demon’s head), right? They’re just animals. (Looks up at Angel). Right after he was killed, his shares in the business skyrocketed.
ANGEL
How poetic.
ECHOLLS
You’d like things to be so simple, wouldn’t you? This isn’t about money, or security, or anything like that. My father’s murder wasn’t a case where you can put the assailant behind bars. These are demons. They’re nothing but animals, hidden from society and devoid of any conscious whatsoever. (He snaps the neck of a demon, which falls to the ground limply) So why not push back a little. (A pause, Echolls looks up) I know what my father was getting into when he got Hamlin off the hook. I know he wasn’t an honest man when it came to a little extra cash but he didn’t deserve to die for it. And they (he points to the demons) don’t deserve to go living for it.
ANGEL
Whatever noble quest you think you’re fulfilling, you’re just gonna end up being betrayed in the end. You’re just another cog in the machine that’s covering up this man’s crimes, and he’ll get rid of you without hesitation.
ECHOLLS
Well this machine’s going full speed. There’s no redemption to be earned, Angel. There’s really nothing that can be changed by the profits of this business. So I say we let these things rot down here.
Cut to: the ground floor hallways of the office. Whistler is frantically turning corners, looking for a sign of where Angel is. Oz follows close behind.
OZ (loudly)
What the hell’s going on!?
WHISTLER (over his shoulder)
You’ve all crashed a very private party, and the hosts are pretty damn pissed off!
OZ
Andrew?
WHISTLER
I – I don’t know who’s all in it, but I do know Angel’s about to fall into a trap! So shut the hell up alread –
A door opens and smashes into Whistler’s face. Tannenbaum staggers out, bleeding from the temple.
OZ
Did we just run a circle!?
TANNENBAUM
Why didn’t you stay put!?
Tannenbaum reaches for the gun, but Oz tackles him.
OZ
Don’t make me get full moon on your ass!
Tannenbaum throws Oz off of him, but just as he’s about to grab the gun, Dana dropkicks him in the face. Tannenbaum keels over, Whistler gets up firmly, but slightly dizzy, and Gunn wheels up behind Dana.
DANA
Bad man.
GUNN
When in doubt, grab a slayer.
OZ
Cheers to that.
WHISTLER
Right, well…we need to split up. Search for Angel, and whatever you do, don’t run circles (he starts running) And someone tie that guy up!
Cut to: Hamlin, Echolls, and a tied-up Angel, in the basement.
ANGEL
You’re making a mistake.
HAMLIN
How long can you try to convince yourself of that notion, Angel? Because you’ll quickly find that we’re just a few business men incidentally protecting the world.
Angel struggles to release himself from his entrapment.
HAMLIN
What is it you intend to do Angel? Bring justice to crimes committed over 50 years ago? There is no evidence. There is no interest, really. Or is it that you’re just sympathetic to these…things. (Points to demons).
ANGEL
I’m in charge of this place now, if you forgot. And as long as I’m left standing, I’ll be there to bring you down.
HAMLIN
You’re right. You are in charge of this place, and that’s something not even Mr. Echolls can change. The Watcher’s Council has held on to the deed all this time, but it seems I’ve managed to keep my businesses running right under their noses. And that’s something Mr. Echolls can and has assisted me with. But now, Angel, that which I feared has come true: someone came to crash the party. And if I couldn’t persuade Andrew to abandon his ambition of giving you this office, then why not use him to bring you right into a position to eliminate you? Of course, he will become curious as to why his beloved vampire is suddenly dust -
ECHOLLS
Andrew doesn’t know anything about it, let’s just keep it that way.
HAMLIN
Protective of the boy, now? I knew that lunch was a moment too much.
ECHOLLS
Just shut up finish this shipment to Mr. Garcia. We don’t have much time till the drop off.
HAMLIN
I suppose we don’t. We do have time, however, to silence our uninvited guest. (He brandishes a stake and advances on Angel).
At that moment, Andrew comes barreling down the basement, surveying the area.
ANGEL
Andrew! Get help, quick –
HAMLIN
Yes, please do, Andrew. Angel’s gone mad.
ANDREW
What? What the hell is going on here?
Angel tries to shout over Hamlin. Echolls remains silent.
HAMLIN
Your friendly vampire tried to kill us! I swear, Andrew, this is not the man you said he was.
ANGEL
How can you believe him? Look at what he’s been using this place for (he points to the demons).
ANDREW
I know what he’s been doing.
ANGEL
What?
ANDREW
They’re just demons Angel. They’re not people. And as long as that’s the case, nothing bad can happen.
ANGEL
What about the people he murdered so many years ago? What about the smuggling he’s been doing right under the Council’s nose?
HAMLIN
Don’t be ridiculous -
ANDREW
But…he was proven innocent, right?
ANGEL
Listen to me, Andrew –
HAMLIN
Yes, do listen to the former head of the Wolfram & Hart office –
ANGEL
These guys are playing you. They were just using you to get to me –
HAMLIN
He’s lying, Andrew –
ANGEL
Do the right thing here –
HAMLIN
Logan, tell him he’s lying –
ANGEL
They’ll kill you too!
HAMLIN
He’s evil! (He swings his stake at Angel’s heart, but Echolls grabs his wrist)
Echolls glares at Hamlin, who looks betrayed.
ECHOLLS
My father may have tolerated your murders, but I won’t.
HAMLIN
What are you doing Logan?
ECHOLLS (still holding onto his wrist)
It’s over. Just pack the rest of our goods and move out. It’s not worth killing anymore people.
HAMLIN
He is not a person! He is the same thing that killed your father –
ECHOLLS
You’re out of control! Just remember I could bring the whole world down on your trade with a single phone call. Just be happy I’m not going to go to that extent. (He forces Hamlin to drop his stake, then releases his grip).
Andrew looks on, feeling confused and betrayed. Angel breathes heavily from his steel confines. As Echolls turns around to release Angel, Hamlin grabs him from behind and stabs him in the back. Surprise and pain surface on Echolls’ face.
ANDREW
(Desperately) No! (He begins running towards Hamlin)
HAMLIN (still holding onto Echolls)
You are more like your father than you’d think. His last words to me were, on that night he died, ‘I never should have trusted you, Peter. I knew I shouldn’t have.’ (Hamlin throws Echolls onto the ground) Like father like son.
Andrew kneels next to Echolls, who looks like he’s on his last few breathes. Andrew looks up at Hamlin.
ANDREW
How could you? I trusted you! Giles trusted you! How can this business be worth more than people’s lives?
HAMLIN
Andrew…don’t you turn your back on me, too.
ANDREW
You’re a criminal.
ANGEL
Andrew – run, go get help! He’ll kill you –
HAMLIN
Wouldn’t the Council be proud of you now. Standing by your convictions in the face of adversity. (He grabs Andrew from behind, puts one arm around his neck and holds the knife at his chest with the other). But it’s the wrong kind of if you expect to succeed in this world. I’m sorry you trusted me. I truly am.
A gunshot is fired from behind them.
Cut to: Whistler stands firmly, pointing the gun at Hamlin, who has fallen to the ground. He’s been shot in the leg, and Andrew staggers away from him. Whistler lowers the gun and walks over to Angel.
WHISTLER
Everyone okay?
ANGEL
No. Go up stairs and call 911. Echolls might not have much time. (Camera focuses on a moaning Echolls)
WHISTLER
I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. You (he points to Andrew) Tie Hamlin up. (Whistler starts running towards the stairs)
ANGEL
Whistler! (Whistler looks back) The others…are they okay? And Nina…
WHISTLER
They’re fine, all of them.
Angel nods, still tied to the chair.
Cut to: It’s nighttime once again, and the police have arrived. Hamlin is arrested and forced into a police car. Tannenbaum, too, is muscled into a separate car. Echolls is lifted into a paramedic’s vehicle. In all the commotion, Nina spots Angel and Andrew.
NINA
Oh my God! I leave for a few hours and the place shows up on the news!
ANGEL
Hey (they kiss).
NINA
Had me worried, ya know. Dana and I were just outside when Gunn spun himself out here, saying there’s trouble. And to think I listened to him, staying upstairs…
ANDREW
Dana – oh, you’re alright! (He hugs her) You’re alright…I’ll promise never to leave you alone again!
DANA
But I wasn’t in danger. You were.
ANDREW
I know!…I won’t go off and have lunch with evil commissioners again without you! (He pulls away from the hug, but keeps his hands on both shoulders) And did you really beat up Tannenbaum?
DANA
Bad man.
ANDREW
Oh – I’m so proud of you!
Angel and Nina look on, bemused but lighthearted.
NINA
So… what did happen?
ANGEL
There was a drug ring labored by drugged demons and led by a murderous ex-watcher who had a pressured partnership with the Echolls family.
NINA
…I didn’t catch a word of that. But it sounds important.
Whistler approaches the group.
WHISTLER
Hamlin and Tannenbaum are being hauled off to the tossed salad house as we speak. Echolls, on the other hand, is being rushed to the hospital. His lawyer’s denying any involvement on Echolls’ part.
Angel looks over at Hodges, who’s lightly talking to a private investigator and a police officer. His eyes meet Angels’ for a moment.
ANGEL
Well…thanks. Looks like you were the only one who was right from the beginning.
WHISTLER
Yeah, about that….I guess you can say I “cheated.” See, After I left, the PTB gave me the head’s up – literally – on the two-timers here.
NINA
What? You get visions?
WHISTLER
I also get Penthouse, but hey –
NINA (to Angel)
How come you never told me about your friend with visions?
ANGEL
Nina, this is Whistler. He’s….well, I guess he’s part of the team.
NINA
Neat….I’m hungry.
The camera slowly pans upward and outward. The police car with Hamlin drives off, and the screen fades to the other side of the building, where the comic book store is. The camera focuses on several cigarette butts on the ground. It pans up to show Spike.
SPIKE
Must be one drugged-up tea party in there.
Fade to black.
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