A Hole In The World
(Fred’s Bedroom – Day)
(On some land in the country with some fruit trees nearby is a cute yellow and white house. It's a sunny day and the skies are blue and clear. Inside, Fred is packing her suitcase. Her mother (Trish) helps her pack while her father (Roger) stands nearby. Contextual clues indicate this is a FLASHBACK scene, taking place while Fred is packing up to leave her parents' home in Texas to move to Los Angeles, some years in the past.)
Roger: I don't see why it has to be this way. There are plenty of good schools in the area.
Fred: I know. And I have a nice room and I could meet a nice boy and we could get married and live in my nice room—
Trish: Well, he'd have to be a smallish fella.
Fred: —and we could have sweet little babies that could sleep in the drawer.
Roger: I do not see a downside to this plan.
Fred: Daddy, I love you like pancakes, but I'm gettin' the hell out of here.
Trish: (cautioning) Language.
Roger: She should say it. That's where she's going: Hell A.
Fred: It's Los Angeles, the City of Angels, remember?
Roger: And if you meet one angel there, I'll eat the dogs. A bunch of junkies and spoiled movie actors—that's who you're gonna meet.
Fred: In the graduate physics program at UCLA?
Roger: You don't know.
Trish: Sweetie, why don't you check the Chevy one more time?
Roger: The Chevy's fine. (walks toward the door) I slept in a drawer 'til I was three. Didn't stunt me none. (exits)
Fred: Oh, did you call Bethany? Is it still OK?
Trish: Late as you like. She says they'll leave you a key in case they turn in.
Fred: I know I'm forgettin' somethin'.
Trish: Just call us up, we'll drive it up to you, move in. No problem.
Fred: Mom.
Trish: I'm just scarin' ya.
Fred: Don't worry. I'll call ya lots. (hugs her mom)
Trish: I know ya will.
Fred: (gasps) Feigenbaum. (runs to a shelf near the window; grabs a stuffed bunny doll) I can't make the trip without Feigenbaum.
Trish: He doesn't quite look up to it.
Fred: Hush. He's the master of chaos. He'll love L.A.—all my junkie, movie-actor friends.
Trish: (snaps) Don't you joke. (worried) Now, you gotta promise me that you're gonna be careful.
Fred: I'm gonna study, mom. I'm gonna learn every damn thing they know up there, and then figure out some stuff they don't. And I'll be careful. I'll even be dull, boring. Cross my heart.
(LA – Present Day)
(Underground Lair – Night)
(Back in present-day, Fred is fighting off some enemy with a flame-thrower. Pan over to show there's lots of large egg-sacs on the walls, and the creatures in them are squealing at a very high pitch as Fred singes them with the flames from her flame thrower. The whole cave area is on fire now. One of the pods opens up beside Fred's head, and a creature starts to come out of it unnoticed by Fred. Suddenly, a gunshot goes off, and we see that Wesley is standing nearby with a shotgun aimed at the offending creature.)
Fred: (smiles, puts down the flame thrower's nozzle) We got the nest.
Wesley: The others are finishing the sweep. Nasty little buggers.
Fred: Kind of cool, physiologically. They reproduce by vomiting up crystals that attract and mutate the microbes around them to form eggs.
Wesley: (with a sly grin) Are you trying to turn me on.
Fred: (grins, approaches Wesley) It is kind of romantic. A roaring fire. A snug little nest. (puts her arms around Wes's neck; they kiss, backlit by the flames)
(Angel and Spike approach, bickering. Fred and Wesley pull out of the kiss before Angel and Spike get to the lair.)
Spike: Fuss, fuss. The thing was about to strike. It was on your back. What was I supposed to do? (As Angel walks into the room, we can see he's been run through with a large sword. There's a creepy demon bug on his back, dangling from where the sword exits Angel's body.)
Angel: Ask me to turn around.
Spike: Heat of battle. There wasn't time.
Angel: You just like stabbing me.
Spike: I—I'm shocked—shocked that you'd say that. I much prefer hitting you with blunt instruments.
Angel: You know, we only asked you along 'cause we felt sorry for you.
Spike: If it weren't for me, you'd be bug food, so stop winging.
Fred: (walks up to Angel) Angel?
Angel: Ah, I'll be all right.
Fred: (grins) No, I just want the bug. It's in pretty good shape, and I'd like to take it back to the lab. I always like a new specimen.
(W&H – Science Lab)
(Knox is working late in the lab when a deliveryman brings in a huge stone sarcophagus. The sarcophagus is sandstone colored with a circular iris at the top, surrounded by 5 fist-sized crystals.)
Knox: Whoa, uh, what's this?
Delivery Man: Delivery.
Knox: Ancient Relics is two floors down.
Delivery Man: Invoice reads: Science Department. Winnifred Burkle.
(He takes a piece of paper off his clipboard, places it on top of the sarcophagus, and walks toward the exit.)
Knox: You need me to sign...?
Delivery Man: Been signed. (exits, shuts the door behind him)
Knox: OK.
(Gunn’s Office – Day)
(Gunn is walking around his office bouncily, singing "Three Little Maids From School Are We" from "The Mikado" by Gilbert and Sullivan.)
Gunn: (singing Broadway style with ease) Three little maids who, all unwary, Come from a ladies' seminary, Freed from its genius tutelary— (picks up a printout from the printer; continues to sing) Three little maids from school! Three little maids—(notices Wesley is at his door, changes to singing Rap style, but struggles) ...and ya don't stop with all the ladies in the...gangsta but ... go…(speaking) What's up?
Wesley: I should ask you. You seem unutterably cheery.
Gunn: I am. (closes his folder) I am. (puts down the folder; walks toward Wesley, excited) Look, I gotta be straight with you 'cause this is kinda blowin' my mind.
Wesley: Tell me.
Gunn: Fred and I are getting back together. (Wesley gasps nearly inaudibly, stares at Gunn, trying hard not to react.) She was so keyed up from last night's fight, she asked me over. We ended up talking for hours like old times, (Wesley looks down, in shock.) then, all of a sudd— I can't even keep this up 'cause your face is gonna make me weep. Wes, I am so messin' with you.
Wesley: (shakes his head) I— Oh... (sighs in relief) No, I...
Gunn: Come on. Brother gets a dig in. That's my right. (walks back to his desk)
Wesley: (walks into the office) So, you know about—
Gunn: It's on every Blackberry in the building. No secrets in the House of Pain.
Wesley: And... is that all right...with you? Fred and me?
Gunn: Last year, you wouldn't ask me that question. The man becomes civilized. It's cool. Our thing's long done, and I know how you feel about her.
Wesley: Thank you.
Gunn: (sits forward in his chair) And to add the necessary boilerplate, you ever hurt her, I'm gonna kill ya like a chicken.
Wesley: Acceptable terms.(sits in a chair facing Gunn)
Gunn: Now, on to the real fun.
Wesley: Yes, you seemed like something was up before you made that tasteless and horrible joke at my expense.
Gunn: Lindsey McDonald. (walks around his desk to give a report to Wesley)
Wesley: (stands) You know where he is.
Gunn: Settle for was? He can hide from the senior partners, but not from the DWP and not from our many, many ears.
Wesley: He was living here...
Gunn: Under the name of Doyle. The way he was messin' with Spike and Angel, could be he had some other schemes laid out. Senior partners took him out fast. I don't even think he had time to pack.
Wesley: Worth checking. Nice work. You should tell Angel.
Gunn: (squirmy) You can tell him. I ain't goin' in there.
(Angel’s Office)
(Spike and Angel are having a loud, passionate argument.)
Spike: It's bollocks, Angel! It's your brand of bollocks from the first to last.
Angel: No, you can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture!
Spike: I am talking about something primal. Right? Savagery. Brutal animal instinct.
Angel: And that wins out every time with you. (in Spike's face) You know, the human race has evolved, Spike! (walks away from Spike)
Spike: (follows Angel making mocking gestures) Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to—
Angel: We're bigger. We're smarter. Plus, there's a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors!
Spike: You just want it to be the way you want it to be.
Angel: (yelling) It's not about what I want!
Wesley: (walks up to the office door) Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing?
Angel: (embarrassed to be caught by Wes, backs away from Spike) No.
Wesley: It just...sounds a little serious.
Angel: It was mostly...theoretical. We...
Spike: (calmly) We were just working out a b— (passionate again) Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win? (crosses his arms and looks expectantly at Wes)
Wesley: Ah. You've been yelling at each other for 40 minutes about this? (Angel looks down, Spike stares at Wesley, still expecting an answer. Wesley looks pensive, crosses his arms.) Do the astronauts have weapons?
Angel & Spike: (simultaneously) No.
(Science Lab)
(Fred is inspecting the sarcophagus while Knox works nearby.)
Knox: I couldn't find any invoice on it. I thought maybe you went crazy on eBay.
Fred: No. No eBay. (circling the sarcophagus) After that commemorative plate incident, I'm living clean. Did you run a spectral analysis?
Knox: Yeah. Everything's bouncing off it, which doesn't thrill me.
Fred: Yeah. Let's not be hasty about opening it. It's probably just a mummy.
Knox: Mummies can be a lot more trouble than you think. And you're seeing Wesley now.
Fred: (uncomfortably) Uh... Oh. OK. That's not connected to mummies in some way...
Knox: No, I just wanted to get it out there. And I'm totally good with it. I—I know that I've made... (puts on his protective eye goggles) advances.
Fred: (shrugs) I'm sorry.
Knox: (takes off the goggles) No, I— I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I love working with you, and that's plenty for me.
Fred: You're sweet.
Knox: You want me to get our HazMat's on this baby?
Fred: Yeah, and see about where it came from.
(Knox exits the lab, leaving Fred there alone to inspect the sarcophagus. She stares at the end of it where the iris is located. She reaches out tentatively toward one of the crystals that decorate the surface. Slowly, gently, she touches her fingertips to a purple crystal, and before she can react, the iris opens, letting out a gust of air right into Fred's face. Fred gasps and steps back, coughing. Knox rushes back into the lab.)
Knox: What happened!?
Fred: I don't know. It opened, and there was air. (breathes deeply)
Knox: Are you OK?
Fred: Uh, I think so. That was odd.(stares at the sarcophagus)
(Angel’s Office)
(Spike bursts into Angel's office.)
Spike: (peeved walks over a chair instead of around it) Harmony just pulled me out of a very promising poker game down in Accounts Receivable, so this better be good. (throws himself into the chair facing Angel's desk; hangs his leg over the chair arm) Oh, and, by the way, all the guys down there agree that astronauts don't stand a chance against cavemen, so don't even start. (shrugs cockily)
Angel: Look, I can't do this anymore. (walks from the window to his desk)
Spike: Admitting defeat, are you?
Angel: You and me. This isn't working out.
Spike: (holds his hand to his chest) Are you saying we should start annoying other people?
Angel: I'm saying you should go.
Spike: You really can't stand the competition, can you?
Angel: That isn't the— (sighs, starts over calmly) The way I figure it, Lindsey brought you back as a spirit bound to this place so you'd become...invested in it. He only made you corporeal again once you'd gotten used to it, attached to it.
Spike: I'm not attached. (twiddles his fingers) I just don't have anywhere else to go.
Angel: What if you did? Look, Wolfram & Hart has got offices in every major city in the world, and a lot more out of it. I'll give you the resources you need to go anywhere: cars, gadgets, expense accounts. You fight the good fight, but... in style. (sits on the edge of his desk) And, if possible, in Outer Mongolia.
Spike: Roving agent. (folds his hands behind his head, smiling) Sort of a 007 without the poncy tux. Go anywhere I want?
Angel: Anywhere. Everywhere.
Spike: (smiles) Hmm. Anywhere but here.
(Hallway)
(Fred and Lorne are walking down the hallway engaged in conversation.)
Fred: But that doesn't make any sense.
Lorne: I just call it like I see it.
Fred: But the cavemen have fire. That's what they live with in their caves. The astronauts should at least have some sort of weapon. (notices Wesley walking up the stairs toward them) Hey there.
Wesley: I was just on my way to thinking of an excuse to come and see you.
Fred: (smiles) And how is that working out?
Wesley: Really great. Where are you coming from?
Fred: Oh, medical. I breathed some old mummy dust. Had to make sure I didn't discover any new germs.
Wesley: (concerned) You all right?
Fred: They shooed me right off. Mummy free.
Wesley: Good. I was hoping to take you out tomorrow night, and I don't feature you wrapped in bandages.
Fred: Take me out where? (grins widely)
Wesley: Can it be a secret?
Lorne: Oh, sheesh. (steps between them to walk down the stairs) Get a balcony, you two, huh?
Fred: (calls after Lorne) You'll still find me for lunch, though, right?
Lorne: (pauses, turns to face her) I'll just look where the sun shines. (sings) You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...(starts down the stairs)
Fred: (turns to Wesley, smiling, singing) You make me happy—
(The instant Fred starts singing, Lorne stops in his tracks and turns back to Fred in horror. A moment later, Fred coughs up blood and collapses, falling down the stairs. Lorne catches her, and Wesley rushes to her side as she begins convulsing in their arms.)
Wesley: Get medical. (yelling) Someone get medical NOW!
(Medical Room)
(Fred is lying in a hospital bed in a private room at Wolfram & Hart. The sheets and blankets are a pale blue, and x-rays are hanging on the wall. Gunn, Spike, Wesley, Lorne, Angel and Knox are gathered around her bed when she comes to.)
Fred: It's my boys. I haven't had this many big, strapping men at my bedside since that night with the varsity lacrosse team. (no one reacts; Fred laughs) That was a joke.
Lorne: Well, you sure gave us all a big scare, Freddles.
Angel: Yeah, you just need to rest. The lab is doing some blood work.
Fred: (frowns) I'm a mummy, aren't I?
Spike: I've fought plenty of mummies, and none of 'em were as pretty as you. Almost none.
Fred: Now y'all are being too comforting. What's really up?
Gunn: You're sick, and you're making it worse by worrying.
Knox: We've got that sarcophagus under the scope. If it gave you anything, we'll isolate it in a few hours.
Fred: So, you don't know what it is?
Angel: Yet.
Fred: OK.
Angel: We're gonna work this. Shouldn't take long.
Fred: Handsome man saves me.
Angel: (chuckles) That's how it works. Let's get crackin'.
(He exits, everyone but Wes follows.)
Fred: (to Wes) Hmph. "Get crackin'." He's such an old fogy. (Wesley sits on the bed beside her, holds her hand.) I know you gotta go be book man.
Wesley: Yes. Just hit that line—I'll be here in a heartbeat.
Fred: Assuming I still have one.
Wesley: Hush. (kisses Fred's forehead)
(Angel and Spike, who are waiting by the door for Wesley, see Wesley kiss Fred.)
Angel: Wes and Fred?
Spike: You didn't know?
Angel: I didn't know.
(Lobby)
(Wesley walks down the hallway purposefully. Angel and Lorne are waiting for him. They all walk down the hallway, accompanied by Gunn, Spike, and Knox.)
Angel: How is she handling it?
Wesley: She's smarter than all of us put together. She knows it's bad.
Gunn: How bad? What do we know?
(They all start walking down the steps into the lobby.)
Knox: Whatever she's got, it doesn't match up with any of the pathogens in our archives. It's mystical, and it's not ours.
Angel: What about the sarcophagus?
Wesley: My team is cross-checking the symbols, but it's also new territory for us.
Gunn: Angel, what exactly is happening to her? You talked to the doctor—
Wesley: They have something?
(Angel stops walking and turns to face the others who are gathered around him in a loose circle.)
Angel: Yeah, I, uh— Some parasitic agent is working its way through. I mean, as near as they can tell...
Wesley: Get to the point.
Angel: Her organs are cooking. In a days time, they'll liquefy.
(A look of horror comes over Spike’s face. Then it fades into determination.)
Spike: No. Not this girl. Not this day.
Angel: Look, Wes, you gotta tell me what was in that box. I need a name, a history, anything.
Knox: We can't get it open. Not even the lasers—
Wesley: Where did it come from?
Knox: It just showed up. No return address. Didn't recognize the guy who brought it in—come to think of it, in the middle of the night.
Angel: This was deliberate.
Lorne: Senior partners?
Gunn: Doesn't add up, but I'll hit the White Room. Talk to the conduit.
Angel: Now, look, if the senior partners didn't do this, you gotta get them to help us.
Gunn: Any way I can.
Spike: What about Doyle—uh, Lindsey? The man likes to play his games.
Angel: I was looking to work the streets, and we've got his address. For all we know, he's probably sitting there laughing. And if there's muscle work to do...
Spike: Let's make it twice as fast.
Lorne: And baby makes three—in case anybody feels like singing.
Angel: Good. Guys...
Wesley: You don't have to say it.
Angel: I'll say it anyway. Winifred Burkle. Go.
(Everyone heads off in separate directions.)
(Medical Room)
(Fred is lying in the hospital bed. A saline drip is attached to her arm. She's twitching uncomfortably, and her skin tone is changing to a splotchy grayish tone.)
(Wesley’s Office)
(Wesley is sitting at his desk looking at a blank book. The book fills with text, and Wesley leans over it to begin reading it. A lawyer stops by his office and knocks on his door.)
Employee: I'm sorry to interrupt. I just need to know if the Holbine Clan history was here. It was supposed to be faxed to my office.
Wesley: It can wait.
Employee: These guys are really important. I just need— I mean, the whole company can't be working Miss Burkle's case.
Wesley: (reaches into his desk) Of course. (He pulls a gun out of his desk and shoots the man in the knee, sending him to the floor screaming in agony. A secretary rushes to Wesley's office to see what the commotion is all about. Wesley calmly returns to his reading.) Jennifer, please send anyone else who isn't working Miss Burkle's case to me.
(The White Room)
(Gunn appears in the White Room. The place is deserted.)
Gunn: (calling out) Hello? Here kitty, kitty. Look, I know there's someone in here, and it ain't just me. I'm not goin' anywere 'til ya— (someone punches him in the face, knocking him to the ground; Gunn looks up at him) Well, whaddaya know? It is just me.
(The conduit has taken the form of Gunn and is standing in front of him, frowning.)
Conduit: You don't want to be here.
Gunn: I never want to be here. What happened to the cat?
Conduit: The physical form of the conduit is determined by the viewer.
Gunn: (stands) So, I'm looking at me because, what? We gonna play a mirror game? Get our mime on?
(They circle each other.)
Conduit: You are failing.
Gunn: I'm not the issue here.
Conduit: I believe that you think that.
Gunn: You can't let this happen to Fred.
Conduit: This is the part where I need to be clear. (punches Gunn hard in the chest, sending him across the room) I am not your friend. I am not your flunky. I am your conduit to the senior partners, and they are tired of your insolence. Oh, yeah. They are not here for your convenience.
Gunn: I didn't come for a favor. (gets to his feet) We can make a deal.
Conduit: Deals are for the devil.
Gunn: You want someone else—a life for hers—you'll get it. You can have mine.
Conduit: (laughs) I already do.
(The conduit grabs Gunn by the lapels and punches him in the face repeatedly.)
(Lindsey’s Apartment – Night)
(Through the bedroom doors, we can hear people talking in the other room.)
Spike: (os) No sign of Lindsey.
Angel: (os) Look for plans.
(Through the bedroom door we can see Angel’s shadow. It pauses as it passes the bedroom door and then backs up. Angel opens the bedroom doors and walks in.)
Angel: Well, I'll be damned all over again.
(Pan over to show Eve sitting in bed, wearing a man's button-up dress shirt. She clutches the sheets to her body to cover herself and recoils toward the headboard.)
Eve: Don't touch me.
Angel: (Angel walks in followed by Spike and Lorne) Hiding out from the senior partners, Eve? How many sick days do you get before they dock you?
Eve: What do you want?
Angel: Fred's dying. Some mystical parasite. Ring a bell?
Eve: No, I don't know what you're talking about.
Spike: (walks toward her; stands beside Angel) What about your boyfriend, luv? You got some wacky scheme brewin'? Sending coffins about?
Eve: You two stay away from me.
Angel: Look, Eve, this happens quickly or very, very slowly.
Spike: Sarcophagus. Older than anything we know.
Eve: Lindsey and I had nothing to do with that. I'm not lying. I—I'm not. (beat) Have you...heard from him? About him?
Spike: (rolls his eyes) Oh, this is truly poetical.
Angel: You're not saying what we need to hear.
Eve: Why would we do anything to Fred? (starts to stand up) Why would we even care about her—?
Lorne: (punches Eve in the face, knocking her down) Ooh. Oh, I'm sorry. That was a knuckle-buster. I'm Jake LaMotta over here. It's pathetic. Oh. (leans in close to Eve) Here's the thing, Eve: You're going to sing for me, and I'm going to read you right now. And here's one more thing: Winifred Burkle once told me after a sinful amount of Chinese food, and in lieu of absolutely nothing, "I think a lot of people would choose to be green. Your shade, if they had the choice." If I hear one note—one quarter-note—that tells me you had any involvement, these two won't even have time to kill you. (stands) Oh, and anything by Diana Warren will also result in your death—well, except "Rhythm of the Night."
Eve: I wanna help. I swear to you. I've got nothing against Fred.
Angel: Say it...with a song in your heart.
Eve: (looks around at them, sighs, sings) Pretty as a picture. She is like a golden ring.
Lorne: She's clean.
Angel: You've been wrong before.
Lorne: Yeah, and I might be now, but she reads clean. Her future's not too bright, but...
Eve: (looks up, concerned) What do you mean?
Lorne: Well, nothin's written in stone—lately—but, uh, if I was about to face your future, I'd make like Carmen Miranda...and die. (smiles, walks to the door to leave)
Eve: Wait. Please. Are you going to tell the senior partners where I am?
Spike: Hell of a bargaining chip.
Eve: No, they can't help you. I mean it. If you're talking about a sarcophagus that doesn't match anything in our records...there's nothing that's not in our records except what came before. The old ones.
Angel: The original demons. Before human kind. They were all driven out of this dimension.
Eve: The ones that were still alive. But long before that, they were killing each other all the time, and they don't die the way we do. Wesley may not know it, but his source books can conjure up anything, not just our own stock. Tell him to look for the texts that are forgotten, the oldest scrolls. You need to find the Deeper Well.
(Wesley’s Office – Day)
(Wesley's briefing the gang about his research.)
Wesley: It's called Illyria, a great monarch and warrior of the demon age murdered by rivals and left adrift in the Deeper Well.
Angel: Which is what?
Wesley: A burial ground, a resting place of all the remaining old ones.
Gunn: This one ain't restin'.
Wesley: No. I don't think this is merely an infection. Fred's skin is...hardening like a shell. I think she's being hollowed out so this thing can use her to gestate, to claw its way back into the world. That's speculation. Either way, she dies.
Angel: Do we have any chance of finding this Deeper Well?
Wesley: I already have. It's in England, in the Cotswolds. That's the location, to the inch.
Angel: Lorne, tell Harmony to prep the jet. We can be there in 10 hours.
Knox: You can be there in 4. (everyone looks at him) We have really good jets.
Wesley: It will have a guardian, maybe several.
Spike: Let 'em send an army.
Gunn: How do we know goin' there's gonna do squat?
Wesley: The Deeper Well is almost like a prison for the dead. If something gets out, it's written it can be drawn back from the source.
Angel: That's our shot.
Wesley: We'll keep working here, but, yes, I think it is.
Lorne: If nobody thinks it's too ridiculous, I'm going to pray.
Wesley: No, it's appreciated. Time is not on our side.
Spike: Nobody's on our side.
Angel: (to Spike) Come on. Let's save the day.
(Angel and Spike walk out.)
(Medical Room)
(Fred is squirming uncomfortably in her bed, when she suddenly stops and opens her eyes with a start.)
(Time Lapse)
(Wesley walks into Fred's hospital room carrying one of his magical source books, but, when he arrives, Fred's bed is empty.)
(Science Lab)
(A glass beaker falls to the ground and shatters. Pan up to show Fred is stumbling, holding on to the lab tables as she walks deeper into the lab.)
Wesley: Fred, you can't be doing this.
Fred: (stops at a lab desk) Please, Wesley, I am exactly the person to be doing this. Something could've been missed. (holds her head)
Wesley: Whatever it is that's happening, we will stop it, I swear to you.
Fred: I have to work.
Wesley: You have to lie down.
Fred: I am not—I am not the damsel in distress. I am not some case. I have to work this. I lived in a cave for 5 years in a world where they killed my kind like cattle. I am not going to be cut down by some monster flu. I am better than that! (softly) But I wonder... how very scared I am. (looks away)
Wesley: I swear on my life, we will stop this, but you must be back in bed. That's where I need you to fight.
Fred: Like I'm 6 years old? (collapses, but Wes is there to catch her) This is a house of death. (Wesley stands her up and holds her; she looks over his shoulder to the source book he brought with him.) That can call up any book you need?
Wesley: Every one.
Fred: Then bring it. Take me home.
(Fred’s Apartment)
(Fred's apartment is a cozy place, decorated in deep reds with lots of homey attributes like pictures lining the edges of her dresser mirror. Wesley, carrying Fred in his arms, walks into her apartment toward the bed, placing her gently on the bed.)
(Private Jet)
(Spike and Angel are sitting on either side of the aisle of a private jet. Angel is gripping the armrests, and Spike is obsessively fingering his seatbelt.)
Spike: (sighs, crosses his arms) I've never flown before.
Angel: I've been in a helicopter. They don't... (looks nervously out the window) go this high.
Spike: Back to the mother country. Hey, after we save Fred, we should hit the West End, take in a show.
Angel: I've never seen Les Mis.
Spike: (scoffs) Trust me, half way through the first act, you'll be drinking humans again.
Angel: Can't lose her, Spike.
Spike: We won't.
Angel: I lost Cordy.
(W&H – Gunn’s Office)
(Gunn is pacing, talking excitedly on the phone.)
Gunn: You're not hearing me. I know you've got healers working for you. I don't care if the Old Ones scare them. I don't care if the Old Ones kill them. Get their asses down here, or you're gonna be in a world of hurt. No, I am not talking about a lawsuit. I'm talking about bones that go crunch, and if you think— (the phone goes silent to a dial tone)
Knox: (walks up to the office door) We freeze her. Take her down to cryogenics. If we can't stop this thing, maybe we could just, you know, freeze it—in its tracks 'til we can come up with something.
Gunn: You know for sure you can do that?
Knox: Let's test it out.
(Fred’s Apartment)
(Wesley is paging through a book while sitting beside Fred's bed in the fading sunlight. Fred stirs and wakes, looking over at Wesley.)
Fred: (softly) I finally get you up to my bedroom, and all you want to do is read.
Wesley: (closes the book) You dozed off. Was I making too much noise?
Fred: Not enough. I need noise to keep me here. (breathes deeply) Is it today? I mean...
Wesley: You only slept for an hour.
Fred: That's an hour I don't got now.
Wesley: Angel and Spike are on their way to finding your cure, and I shouldn't like to be the thing standing in their way.
Fred: And book man?
Wesley: Book man came through. I think I gave 'em what they need.
Fred: (sits up, anxiously) Feigenbaum.
Wesley: (stands) What?
Fred: (panicked) I—I have to find him. He's the master of— I have to have Feigenbaum here.
Wesley: Who is Feigenbaum?
Fred: (stops, cries) I don't remember.
Wesley: (sits beside her, holds her while she sobs) Shh. Shh.
Fred: (sniffles, sits up) Oh, isn't it terrible? At a time like this, I'm worried about how crappy I look.
Wesley: (looks into her eyes) You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Fred: (smiles) Do you always like splotchy girls?
Wesley: It's my curse. (kisses her forehead)
Fred: (leans on his shoulder) Read to me.
Wesley: (looks over at his source book) The Dreadhost's Compendium of Immortal Leeches?
Fred: Can that be any book in the world?
Wesley: Name one.
(Sitting beside Fred on the edge of the bed, Wesley reads from the source book.)
Wesley: She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.
(NOTE: Wesley is reading is from A Little Princess (1909) by Frances Hodgson Burnett.)
(Cotswolds, England – Night)
(Spike and Angel walk through a grove of trees in the foggy moonlight.)
Spike: When is a door not a door? When it's not soddin'-well there.
Angel: Right there. (looks at a large tree) You wanna bet that's the entrance to the Deeper Well?
Spike: Either that, or Christmasland. (Angel gives him a blank look.) Do you ever have any fun?
(In a flash of light, armored men wielding swords rush out of the tree, growling.)
Angel: I'm about to.
Spike: And they even brought us weapons. Strategy?
Angel: Just hold my hand.
(Spike raises an eyebrow, but reaches out to take Angel's hand.)
Spike: (nods) St. Petersburg.
Angel: Thought you'd forgotten.
(Angel and Spike let go of each others' hands, dropping a length of wire between them. As the armored creatures approach, Spike and Angel step apart and pull the wire taut. The demons run into the wire, getting clotheslined by it, cutting off their heads. Angel and Spike take the swords from the first demons and use them to fight off the next group of demons coming at them. There's a dozen of them now, but Angel and Spike are fighting them off quite ably.)
(W&H – Science Lab)
(Knox is looking into a microscope while Gunn sits nearby, looking on.)
Knox: (sits back from the microscope) Damn it!
Gunn: No! Don't say, "Damn it." (Knox throws up his hands) You got me all up in this Walt Disney mojo, don't say—
Knox: (shakes his head) They're impervious to the cold. The blood tissue freezes, but they just keep working away like it's a sunny day in L.A. I—I'm sorry. (stands)
Gunn: OK, so that's a bust. What else you got?
Knox: I don't, um— (takes off his work gloves) God, I can't think, I'm so nervous. (sits) Look, I'd never tell her this, but I—I care about Fred more than— She's like no one I've met, you know?
Gunn: (sits across from Knox) I do.
Knox: And nothing would make me happier than to be the White Knight in this situation and to have her look at me the way that... I mean, I don't just care about Fred, I practically worship it.
Gunn: (looks quizzically at Knox) You said, "It."
Knox: What?
Gunn: Not "her." You said, "I worship it."
Knox: (smiles) Oops.
(Cotswolds, England)
(Spike and Angel are still fighting off the warriors protecting the tree gateway, and they're dominating the battle. When they finish off the last two, Angel calls out to the sky.)
Angel: Is that all? We haven't even started!
(A man appears at the tree gateway and walks out toward Angel.)
Drogyn: I'd say that's enough.
Angel: Drogyn.
Drogyn: Angel.
Angel: You're the keeper of the well.
Drogyn: (nods curtly) Have been for decades.
Spike: Well, who in the bloody—
Drogyn: (angrily) Do not ask me a question. (up in Spike's face) If you ever ask me a single question, I will kill you outright. Don't think for a moment that I can't.
Angel: He can. He would.
Spike: Eh?
Drogyn: You're here about Illyria.
Angel: Yes.
Drogyn: Walk in.
Spike: But how—?
Drogyn: (angrily) I just said to you, not one moment ago, don't ask. (walks toward the tree)
Angel: Seriously. He doesn't like questions.
Spike: Why the bloody hell not?
Angel: He can't lie.
(W&H – Science Lab)
(Gunn grabs Knox by the lapels and slams him into a lab desk, breaking glass.)
Gunn: (yelling) You did this. You did all of this!
Knox: (grins) Technically, that's not the case. I just played my part.
Gunn: Why? You couldn't stand the thought of Wes winning her, so you kill her?
Knox: (pushes Gunn off of him and backs away) No, I meant everything I said about her. I chose Fred because I love her, because she's worthy. You think I'd have my god hatched out of some schmuck?
Gunn: What are y—
Knox: This was all set in motion millions of years ago, Charles, and there's just no way to stop it.
Gunn: (looks down) Angel and Spike.
Knox: Oh, they're really on track, but it doesn't matter. Angel's not gonna save her.
Gunn: You don't know Angel.
Knox: I'm not being clear. I don't mean that Angel's gonna fail to save her, I mean he's gonna let her die.
(Fred’s Apartment)
(Wesley is lying in bed beside Fred with his arm wrapped around her.)
Fred: Would you read to me some more?
Wesley: Of course. (starts to get up, but Fred distracts him)
Fred: (looks at a light over her head) The light...hurts my eyes, but I don't want you to turn it off. But it hurts my eyes. Everything's so bright and hollow. Cave men win. Of course the cave men win.
(England – The Deeper Well)
(Drogyn leads the way into the Deeper Well holding a torch. Angel and Spike follow in the firelight.)
Drogyn: I would never have thought you'd end up here, Angel.
Angel: I could say the same.
Spike: So, you two know each other. (Drogyn glares at him.) That was a statement. I already know that you do.
Drogyn: I'll tell you as much as I can. The old ones were demons pure. They warred as we would breathe—endlessly. The greater ones were interred, for death was not always their end. Illyria was feared and beloved as few are. It was laid to death in the very depths of the well... until it disappeared a month ago.
Spike: Someone took it from under your nose a month ago, and you didn't miss it 'til now? That makes you quite the crap jailer, doesn't it. (Drogyn glares again.) Also a statement.
Drogyn: (stops walking and turns to Angel) Your friend likes to talk.
Angel: So much, he's even right sometimes. The man I remember couldn't be stolen from so easily.
Drogyn: The tomb was not stolen. It disappeared. I believe it was pre-destined to as part of Illyria's escape plan. And as for my not noticing, (extinguishes his torch in a tub of water at the entrance of another chamber) well, my charges are not few.
(Spike and Angel have followed Drogyn into the chamber. They're standing on a bridge. When they look over to see what the bridge spans, they see an endless pit lined with thousands of coffins just like the sarcophagus delivered to Wolfram & Hart.)
Spike: Bloody hell.
Angel: How far does this go down?
Drogyn: All the way. All the way through the Earth.
Angel: So, the coffin disappeared, teleported, but it was brought to us.
Drogyn: Illyria was a great power—so great that, after millions of years dead, somewhere on this Earth still has acolytes.
(W&H – Science Lab)
(A smiling and excited Knox backs away, walking around the room, keeping himself more than arm's length away from Gunn. Gunn glares at Knox.)
Knox: There's only a few of us now. I came to L.A. because I knew that's where its kingdom has been. It was supposed to teleport back to the base of its power, but the continents drifted—which they do. I had others help me get it here, but then it got stuck in—would you believe it—customs. (takes a paper out of his pocket; unfolds it; holds it out to Gunn) But you took care of that. You signed the order to bring it into the lab so you could get another brain boost. (Gunn stumbles back, looking away, disgusted) It's like I said, I'm just one small part of a great machine.
Gunn: Angel's gonna save her.
Knox: What he's fighting against is older than the concept of time. I couldn't stop it. There's nothing left to do now, but wait. (Gunn puts his hand on a metal canister.) Wait and try and figure out exactly what you want to tell your—
(Gunn swings the metal canister at Knox's head, knocking him out cold. As Knox lies on the ground, unconscious, Gunn stands over him with the canister in mid-motion for a final swing. Gunn pauses, ponders, looks around, then completes the motion.)
(Fred’s Apartment)
(Wesley frantically unwraps a pre-packaged hypodermic syringe. He sits beside a writhing, convulsing Fred and tries to inject her, but the needle can't penetrate her skin.)
Fred: (in a feverish delirium) Oh, God! I sinned. I've sinned, and I'm being punished. I don't know what's wrong. I never got a B- before. Uhh! Sorry. I'm sorry. Make it stop!
(Wesley, watching her writhe, holds his hand to his mouth as his inability to help her brings him to tears.)
(England – The Deeper Well)
(Drogyn turns to Spike and Angel in alarm.)
Drogyn: It's been freed—the demon's essence.
Spike: Yeah, it's been freed. Why do you think we're here? (Drogyn glares at Spike, who goes into a tirade, unabashedly hurling questions at Drogyn) And what's your favorite color? What's your favorite song? Who's the goalkeeper for Manchester United? And how many fingers am I holdin' up? (Spike holds up his index and middle fingers in a rude gesture) You wanna kill me? Try. But I don't have time for your quirks.
Drogyn: (looks at Angel) The power to draw back Illyria lies in there. It requires a champion who has traveled from where it lies to where it belongs.
Angel: You got two of those right here.
Drogyn: But I didn't know it was free. (looks down, sighs) If we bring the sarcophagus back to the well, it will draw Illyria out of your friend...and into every single person between here and there. It will become the mystical equivalent of airborne. It will claw into every soul in its path to keep from being trapped. Entire cities—tens maybe hundreds of thousands will die in agony if you save her.
(Spike and Angel look floored.)
Angel: No. (walks to the edge of the bridge to look down into the well)
Spike: That's madness.
Drogyn: This is a place of madness. I'll prepare the spell. Your choice.(walks away)
(Spike looks down from the other side of the bridge.)
Angel: To hell with the world. (follows Drogyn)
(Fred’s Apartment)
(Still weak, but seemingly more lucid now, Fred lies in her bed talking to Wesley who's sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.)
Fred: Why did we go there? Why did we think we could beat it? It's evil, Wesley. It's bigger than anything.
Wesley: (leans in closer to her) I don't believe that.
Fred: (backs up toward the headboard, panicked) Uggh! (points to Wes) I'm with him! (cries) He won't leave me now. We're so close.
Wesley: I will never leave you.
Fred: Hmph. Oh. Hmm. (panting) That was bad, but it's better now. You won't leave me?
Wesley: (kneeling in front of her) I won't.
Fred: My boys. I walk with heroes. Think about that.
Wesley: (crying, trying to hold himself together) You are one.
Fred: Superhero. And this is my power: to not let them take me. Not me. (panting, crying)
Wesley: (sits beside her) That's right.
Fred: That's right. (laces her fingers through his) He's with me.
(England – The Deeper Well)
(Angel turns around to see Spike is still looking down the well.)
Angel: Spike...
Spike: This goes all the way through to the other side. So, I figure, there's a bloke somewhere around New Zealand standing on a bridge like this one, looking back down at us. All the way down. There's a hole in the world. Feels like we ought to have known.
(Fred’s Apartment)
(Wesley is sitting on the bed, holding Fred in his arms. She's sitting beside him with her arms around his neck.)
Fred: Will you kiss me? (Wesley kisses Fred on the lips tenderly and passionately. Fred pulls back and looks down.) Would you have loved me?
Wesley: I've loved you since I've known you. No, that's not—I think maybe even before.
Fred: (leans her forehead against his) I'm so sorry.
Wesley: No, no, no.
Fred: (chokes on her coughs, crying) I need you to talk to my parents. They have to know I wasn't scared, that it was quick. That I wasn't scared. (starts convulsing) Oh, God.
Wesley: (grabs her, looks into her eyes) You have to fight. You don't have to talk, just concentrate on fighting. Just hold on.
Fred: (holding onto Wes's shoulders, looks into his eyes, quivering) I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. (her grip softens, she can't hold herself up) Please, Wesley, why can't I stay? (she goes still as Wes holds her in his arms)
Wesley: (looks at her limp body in his arms) Please... (hugs her) Please...
(As Wesley hugs Fred's limp body to his, Fred's eyes change into a crystal blue. Fred starts twitching and kicks her body away from Wesley so hard that it sends him across the room and pushes her to the floor. On the floor, Fred's body convulses as Wesley watches in horror from across the room. Finally, Fred stands, but her hair, eyes, and the edges of her face are royal blue. Fred, looking quite possessed, looks down at her arm and hand to examine it, flexing her fingers.)
Illyria: (in Fred’s body) This will do.
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