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Wesley is sitting in front of a book open to a woodcut of a
demon.
Wes: "Honestly, have you ever seen
anything lovelier? So - graceful, so full of life. And those
eyes... make you feel like you’re the only man in the room."
Cordy: "Plus, six breasts. Any man is gonna love that."
Wes: "Fred doesn't have six breasts! - Right?"
Cordy, writing on a notepad: "Sorialus the Ravager. (Looks down
at the book) And, yeah, she's the one from my vision."
Wes: "Coming to destroy the humans that killed her mate."
Cordy: "But not for another month or so. I'll file her under
'pending.' - You're gonna ask her out?"
Wes: "The Ravager?"
Cordy: "Fred."
Wes: "Oh. - Yes - but, you know - timing. I'll make my move
when I feel the iron is hot."
Cordy: "Well, get it done, Johnny Reb. So I can hear about something
else, and you can do something else besides feeling your hot
iron."
Wes: "Am I very boring on the subject?"
Cordy smiles: "You know, there was a time when you thought I
was the loveliest thing in the world."
Wes: "Well, I... You're an extraordinary woman. (Cordy raises
an eyebrow) I..."
Cordy: "At ease, soldier. Just like to hear it every now and
then. I was the ditziest bitch in Sunnydale, could have had any
man I wanted. Now I'm all superhero-y and the best action I can
get is an invisible ghost who's good with the Loohfah."
Turns from filing away her notes to look at Wes. Wes looks at
her for half a moment then looks back down at his book.
Wes: "I'm sorry. I missed that last part."
Cordy smiling: "You *are* a gentleman."
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Angel: "This is one of the premier companies in the world. And
they're going Giselle! It's their signature piece."
Gunn: "This is all like some horrible dream."
Wes: "I think I've heard of them. Very ahead of their time."
Angel: "Oh, yeah. Yeah. I saw their production of Giselle in eighteen-ninety.
I cried like a baby. And I was evil!"
Fred: "I-I think it sounds exciting!"
Wes: "Yes."
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Fred: "Can I
ask you something?"
Cordy, looking at another dress: "I think you guys are perfect
for each other. (Turns to smile at Fred) I have magic powers,
remember?"
Fred: "It -it's not like we've said anything or... but he's
so sweet... and commanding, and I feel so comfortable around
him...(Looks down) I mean, I don't even know if he feels..."
Cordy: "He feels."
Fred, looking up: "Feelings?"
Cordy: "Oh, there is definite feelings. We find the right outfit
for tonight, there may be actual feeling."
Fred: "And then we have to find a dress for you. Something that
will make Angel crazy."
Cordy: "Fred, sweetie. Angel *is* crazy."
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Fred: "Tonight feels... I don't know - kind of magical. Is that
stupid?"
Wes comes up and drapes Fred's stole
over her shoulders.
Wes: "Not at all. (Notices Gunn) Finally came out of hiding."
Gunn motions towards Fred: "And look at my reward."
Wes: "Yes. Isn't she a vision."
Gunn: "A lot of that going around."
Cordy is walking down the steps on Angel's arm.
Cordy: "Thank you, but no thank you. There will be no visions
tonight."
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In the row in front of them Wes glances
at Fred, while Gunn is leaning forward, intent on the stage,
a smile on his face.
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Gunn: "I say it once, and gloat all you want: these guys are tight,
and I am trippin' out."
Wes: "They certainly live up to their reputation. Has the choreography
changed much since..."
Angel: "No. Nothing's changed."
Wes: "Well, it's wonderful they're able to..."
Angel: "No. I mean, nothings changed. These are the same dancers
I saw before."
Fred: "That's impossible. We're watching the exact same troupe
you saw in nineteen-ninety?"
Gunn: "I think he said eighteen-ninety."
Fred: "Oh. Okay, that's much more impossible."
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Fred raises her eyes to look at him: "The light is dimming?"
Gunn: "And all I ask (looks at her lips) is one (slowly leans
forward) last..."
They kiss softly. The camera pulls back
and we see Wesley standing a little way away watching them, his
face reflected in a polished brass mirror. Wesley slowly
turns and walks away.
We hear the sound of a sword tip dragging along the floor, see
black clad legs shambling into view. Their owner drops to his knees
and we see that it is Wesley. He bows his head,
then turns it to look at the camera as and ominous music begins to
play. The shot of Wes' face blends into a shot of Kurskov
watching the prima ballerina dance on stage.
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Cordy: "Well, it seems the prima ballerina had a lover back in the day.
And there was this Count Kurskov, who owned the company, and I guess
he had a thing for the girl and - they were mightily afraid of him."
Angel: "He had powers of some kind."
Wes: "He was a wizard."
They all turn to see Wes standing on the threshold of one of the
corridors archways, sword carried loosely by his side.
Wes: "He was obsessed with the girl. - When he found her with
the other man, he went insane with jealous rage - pulled her out
of time (slowly walks towards them) out of any reality beyond *his*
theater, his company. He swore she would dance for him forever."
Fred: "How did you..."
Wes: "I - ah, - I hit a hotspot, too."
Gunn: "And now we're stuck here?"
Wes: "Well, ah, this kind of temporal shift can't just exist.
It has to be maintained. That requires power and concentration.
If we can overload him somehow, we might be able to slip back to
the real world."
Gunn: "The man with the plan!"
Angel: "Great. So, how do we overload him?"
Wes: "Well, I'd imagine *that* requires some energy."
The others turn to look at what Wes is indicating. One of the
dead minions is slowly rising, begins to shake, then splits in
two, one wearing a tragedy mask and sobbing, the other wearing
a comedy mask and laughing. Angel grabs them both in a head lock
under each arm and breaks both their necks. As soon as they hit
the floor they start shivering and splitting each into a new pair
of theater minions.
Fred: "The more we kill, the more he makes."
Cordy, pointing: "Look!"
For a moment the wall of the corridor wavers, revealing another
reality behind it.
Wes: "And that is draining his energy. Angel, try and find a way
to the stage. The count will be watching."
Angel starts to walks away, muttering under his breath: "I bet
*he* has a box."
Wes puts a hand on Angel's arm as he walks past and Angel stops
to look at him.
Wes: "Find his power center and destroy it. We'll try and loosen
his hold."
Gunn: "By making more monsters? Man with the frightening plan!"
A minion comes up the corridor and Angel spin kicks it, breaking
its neck before heading past it.
Cordy, pointing: "Back here. They can't surround us."
They all move into the corner Cordy indicated. Cordy picks up
one of the minion's swords, handing its stiletto to Gunn as he
and Fred walk past her. Wes puts a hand on Gunn's arm.
Wes: "You two - (Looks from Fred to
Gunn, then back to Fred) - stay close together. I'll take point."
Cordy, coming up
beside him: "I hope you're in a killing mood."
Wes: "I should do alright."
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Hyperion, night. In his office, Wes is working on the wound in
Gunn's back.
Wes: "We'll have to clean the wound. Do you want something for
the pain?"
Gunn, looking at Fred sitting across from him: "What pain?"
Fred smiles at Gunn, then Gunn leaves
the office.
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Fred: "Well, that's a surprise. I thought for sure she was meant
to be with Angel. I guess you never can predict those things. (Turns
to look at Wesley) You know?"
Wes, looking at her, after a beat: "No. I guess you never can."
Fred gives him a smile, then turns back to watching Groo and Cordy.
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