Origin
(W&H – Science Lab)
(An unshaven Wesley is standing in Fred's old office overlooking Illyria in the lab below. She's standing beside a table prepared with petri dishes, vials, and a microscope, but she's not touching them or doing anything except staring straight ahead with her arms crossed. Wesley blinks groggily as he watches over Illyria. She turns her head to face him when Angel walks in and stands beside Wesley.)
Wesley: She's either... counting oxygen molecules or analyzing the petri dish she just put into her mouth. Or sleeping. I can never quite tell.
Angel: You sure this was a good idea?
Wesley: Oh, we have plenty of petri dishes.
Angel: I meant—
Wesley: I know what you meant.
Angel: You don't have to do this all yourself.
Wesley: Who else is there? We're running out of people, Angel. We're getting no further with Gunn—
Angel: I'm not leaving Gunn in a hell dimension. We'll get him out. In the meantime, I need you to let us help you with her.
Wesley: She's my responsibility.
Angel: She's our responsibility. If she's gonna be here, there are things that we should be doing— Testing her powers, studying her. (shifts) She put a whole petri dish in her mouth?
Wesley: Illyria can be... difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.
Angel: We'll make Spike do it.
Wesley: Good. (Illyria's gaze shifts to another part of the lab.) She doesn't understand our world. She needs someone to guide her. She needs—
Angel: When was the last time you slept? You're not her savior. I need you here, working, not off drinking yourself into a coma, chasing ghosts. Fred's dead, Wes. You're still alive. Start acting like it.
(Wesley stares at Illyria as Angel walks out.)
(Wesley’s Office)
(A middle-aged, upper middle-class couple sits in chairs across from Wesley, who's at his desk.)
Mr. Riley: We had nowhere else to go. Our son was... getting the mail.
Mrs. Riley: We could see him from the living room. He was walking across the driveway, and this van—
Mr. Riley: It must have been going 50, 60 miles an hour. It hopped the curb, and it ran right into him. It slammed him right into the side of the garage, and then... backed up and sped off.
Wesley: (somewhat disinterested) And the police think this was intentional? Has homicide found the van?
Mr. Riley: (leans forward) You don't understand.
Mrs. Riley: (shaking her head) Our son's not dead.
Wesley: (suddenly interested) He's not?
Mr. Riley: No. He's fine. The van hit him, and he got right up.
Mrs. Riley: He hardly has a scratch on him.
Mr. Riley: Police said it was dumb luck, but if you saw it...
Mrs. Riley: One of the officers called us later, said our son might be different.
Mr. Riley: (Wesley hurriedly picks up the phone) He mentioned that there was a law firm in Los Angeles that dealt with... things like this.
Wesley: (on the phone) Harmony, would you ask Angel to come in here, please?
Mrs. Riley: Our son's downstairs. He thinks that we're here to set up a trust.
Mr. Riley: We didn't know what else to tell him.
Mrs. Riley: Please, will you help us?
Wesley: (leans forward) Of course.
(Lobby)
(Angel is walking though the lobby toward his office when he hears a familiar voice behind him.)
Connor: (os) Hey, dad!
(Angel recognizes Connor's voice and turns slowly to see that Connor is standing behind him, having just come off the elevator into the lobby.)
Angel: What— What are you—
Connor: Dad?
(The couple from Wesley's office step out into the lobby followed by Wesley.)
Mr. Riley: Yeah, it's OK. Come on over.
(Connor walks forward, past Angel, toward the couple from Wesley's office.)
Connor: You know, they have dried scorpions in the vending machines downstairs. (the father pats Connor on the shoulder)
Wesley: Angel, good. (Angel walks toward the group) This is Laurence and Colleen Reilly, and this is their son—
Connor: (offers his hand to Angel) Connor. (shakes hands with Angel) Hi. Nice to meet you.
Wesley: The Riley’s need to talk about some issues regarding Connor here, and I thought we could—
Angel: (sighs) No.
Wesley: What?
Angel: I'm sorry. There must be some mistake. We can't help you. (walks away)
(Angel’s Office)
(Wesley has come into Angel's office to discuss the Reillys' case.)
Wesley: (pacing) A van ran him down. He got up and walked away... unharmed.
Angel: (staring angrily out his office window at the Reilly family) How'd they find us?
Wesley: Police officer mentioned our name, said we might be able to help.
Angel: We're not taking this case.
Wesley: Why not?
Angel: (turns away, walks to his desk) Because with everything going on, we don't have time to deal with small stuff like this.
Wesley: Small stuff? This is what we do... or what we're supposed to do. They need help. And they seem like good people.
Angel: All the more reason to get them out of here. We know what this place does to good people.
(Suburban House – Basement)
(A fresh bloody heart is dropped into a pile of bloody hearts. Zoom out to show the demon that's been torturing Gunn dropped it before heading away from the table where Gunn is lying with his chest cut open and bleeding. While the demon is away cleaning his knife, Gunn's open chest wound starts healing itself, and in a moment, his chest is perfectly unharmed again.)
Gunn: (comes to with a start, sitting up) Aah! (panting, looks around, doesn't notice the demon jab the knife into a side table) Who was it... What am I... I was lookin' for something. (the demon hands Gunn a small appliance-sized light bulb)(Gunn calls out towards the upstairs) It's OK. Found it! (turns, heads back upstairs)
(W&H – Training Room)
(Someone knocks Spike across the room. Pan over to show it was Illyria. They're in a training room—a large circular room empty except for the various weapons lining the walls and an observation window.)
Illyria: You break so easily. (Spike shakes his head and gets to his feet.) Why do you bother getting back up?
Spike: Right. (panting) We need to set some ground rules. First off—(makes a wide hand-gesture signaling an invisible wall between them) no more punching me in the face. (points at her) Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. (bends to pick up his clipboard from the floor) Third—no touching my clipboard. (holds up 4 fingers) Fourth—
Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
Spike: (chuckles, sarcastically) Well, we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause—
(Without flinching, Illyria kicks Spike in the face. Spike drops his clipboard and punches Illyria in the face with all his might, then giving her a nod of "how'd you like that?". Her head turns slightly at being punched, but it doesn't seem to faze her as she backhands him, sending him across the room and into the door. She smiles. Wesley walks in to see Spike in a heap on the floor. )
Wesley: (looks down at Spike with a smirk) How goes it?
Illyria: I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
Spike: (gets to his feet, sighs) We're off to a bit of a rough start, but don't worry. I'll break her.
Wesley: She's not a horse, Spike. You know, this room is equipped with automated training devices, and you don't have to test her by just... allowing her to pummel you.
Spike: We're working on the basics. But don't worry— I'm writing it all down.
Wesley: (sighs) OK. Fine. (crosses his arms)
Illyria: (to Wesley) You reek of frustration. Curls off of you like smoke.
Spike: Actually, love, we call that scotch. 12-year Lagavulin, if I'm not mistaken. Good choice.
Wesley: It's nothing. I'm just, uh... I had a...slight disagreement with Angel.
Spike: Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes it funny.
Illyria: In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
Wesley: (sighs) We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Spike: I am.
Wesley: (puts his hands on his hips) It's just, uh... I don't always understand Angel.
Illyria: Yet you follow him willingly. You're loyal to him.
Wesley: He's earned it. I...trust he knows what he's doing.
(Angel’s Office)
(Angel is pacing angrily in his office when someone walks in off screen.)
Angel: (yelling) What the hell is going on?
Hamilton: (calmly) Angel? I'm at your disposal.
Angel: My son walks in through my door!
Hamilton: And you make him walk right out again. I found that interesting.
Angel: I want him as far away from here as possible!
Hamilton: Yes. But it might have been smart to get some information out of him first. It could help us understand what's happening.
Angel: (gets up in Hamilton's face) Tell you what. Why don't you just tell me?
Hamilton: Let's be clear about this. Things run differently now. I'm not a little girl. You and I won't be making love on this couch any time soon. (walks away) Now, with that in mind, how can I help you?
Angel: (closes the office door) The senior partners and I had a deal.
Hamilton: Yes, you did. They took your son—your raging psychopathic son—gave him a new family, changed his memories, changed everyone's memories, actually, in order to give him a new life, a normal life.
Angel: And I came to work here!
Hamilton: And we couldn't be happier. The senior partners honor their deals. And believe me, they have no desire to upset such a...profitable partnership.
Angel: (sarcastically) So this is just a... an unfortunate coincidence. (sits down at his desk)
Hamilton: Oh, no, I didn't say that. I said the senior partners weren't behind it. This isn't an accident. Someone out there's trying to send you a message... and they're using your son to do it.
(LA – Night)
(The Reilly family is driving down the road in their SUV. Father is driving, Mother in the passenger seat, and Connor in the back seat.)
Mrs. Riley: Where are we supposed to go now?
Mr. Riley: I'm sure there's someone else who can... handle our trust.
Connor: (leans forward) Um, just so you know, you guys don't have to keep pretending. I know we were there because of the van thing.
Mr. Riley: Oh.
Mrs. Riley: I'm sorry, honey, it's just it was—
Connor: It's cool. I mean, my parents are liars and I can never trust them again, but it's cool. Look...I know you guys are worried, but...the whole point is I'm OK. I got hit and I'm OK. That should make you happy, not like, you know... mental patients. I mean, it turned out fine.
Mr. Riley: It's the "getting hit" part. We thought you were dead.
Connor: Hey, have some faith in me.
Mr. Riley: Connor... (pulls the car into a restaurant parking lot)
Connor: All right. Look, you guys... I'm not saying this isn't weird and all, but we'll get through it. You don't have to be scared.
(A demon rips the back door off the SUV and pulls Connor out of the car, throwing him across the parking lot. Other similar demons go after Connor's parents in the car. The Mother screams. Connor gets to his feet and starts fighting the demons. The Father gets out of the car and tries to help Connor.)
Mr. Riley: Hey! Get off him!
(The demons punch the Father, sending him to the ground.)
Connor: Mom!
(When Connor sees them go for his mom, he gets to his feet alarmed, and punches a demon so hard, he goes flying across the parking lot.)
Connor: (looks at his hands in shock) Whoa!
(Another demon jumps at Connor from a nearby car top, punching Connor and throwing him into another car. Connor cowers on the ground as the demon starts coming back for more, but Angel swoops in from above the car and tackles the demon. Angel engages two demons at once in an amazing display of punches and kicks. To end the fight, Angel raises one of the demons over his head and slams it dramatically into the ground.)
Connor: (gets to his feet) Oh, my God!
Angel: Connor, listen to me—
Connor: (in shock) You almost broke that guy in half! (grins) That was awesome! Seriously, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen.
Angel: Well, it's— (smiling) It's not a big deal. I mean, I do stuff like that a lot. There was this one time—
Mrs. Riley: (walks out from behind the car helping the father stand) Connor!
Connor: (runs to his parents) Dad. Dad!
Mr. Riley: I'm OK.
(Connor stands on the other side of his father, helping him walk)
Mrs. Riley: We need to get him to a hospital.
Angel: We got doctors at Wolfram & Hart. We can help. (to Connor) You and I have some things we should probably talk about.
Connor: (looks at the demons on the ground) Yeah. I kinda figured.
(W&H – Hallway)
(Angel and Connor walk out of the medical wing.)
Angel: Your dad's gonna be fine. He's in good hands. Or claws, as the case may be. They're good doctors.
Connor: What were those things that attacked us?
Angel: Some kind of demon. I'm looking into it.
Connor: Is that what I am? (stops walking) Some kind of demon?
Angel: (thinks, turns to face Connor) No.
Connor: Then...what am I?
Angel: Best we can tell, you're a healthy, well-adjusted kid, with, uh... enhanced abilities.
Connor: And you're a vampire. (Angel nods slowly, watching for Connor's response) So...demons, vampires, doctors with claws... and I'm some sort of super-hero. (shrugs) OK. (they start walking again)
Angel: (laughs) You're taking this pretty well.
Connor: What am I supposed to do, complain? I just don't know how I'm gonna explain it to my parents. You got family?
Angel: No.
Connor: Right. Vampire. So, what are you, like 500 years old?
Angel: No, I'm about— Do I look 500?
Connor: Do you spend all your time making out with other vampires, like in Anne Rice novels?
Angel: No. Uh—I used to, but...
Connor: You have a girlfriend at least?
Angel: Can't afford to.
Connor: Must be lonely.
Angel: I keep busy.
Connor: Right. So you guys, like, fight crime and save the world here, that sort of stuff?
Angel: Well, that's the idea.
Connor: Wow. Is everyone here a superhero? This place must be insane.
Angel: It's mostly paralegals and secretaries. Pretty boring, really.
(As they walk down the hall together, Angel and Connor have to stop as Spike is thrown through the training room doors. His clipboard is thrown after him.)
Spike: (falls to the ground, screaming) You filthy harlot! (gets to his feet) I'm gonna tear your neck out! (charges back into the training room intently)
Angel: (sighs) You wanna meet some of my co-workers?
Connor: OK.
(Angel leads Connor into the training room.)
(Training Room)
(When Angel and Connor walk in, Illyria is standing on Spike's head, holding him down with one foot.)
Angel: Guys, you wanna come here for a second?
(Illyria takes her foot off of Spike's head and quickly turns to face Angel.)
Connor: What is she?
(Spike gets to his feet.)
Angel: She's a... to be honest, I really don't know. She's some sort of ancient demon.
Connor: She have any powers?
Spike: Glad you asked. So far, I've established that she can hit like a Mack truck, selectively alter the flow of time, and, uh... (flips through pages on his clipboard) possibly talk to plants. (gives Angel the clipboard)
Illyria: (to Angel) I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Angel: Connor, this is Spike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor.
Connor: (swinging his arms nervously at his side) Hi. (Illyria stares at him, looking up and down his body, then into his eyes) Um...I like your outfit.
Illyria: Your body warms. (to Angel) This one is lusting after me.
Connor: Oh... no, I—I— (looks down, chuckling embarrassed) It's just that—it's the outfit. (whispers to Angel) I guess I've always had a thing for older women.
Angel: (under his breath) They were supposed to fix that.
Connor: What?
Angel: Nothing. Connor has brought us a case. We're looking into it, just showing him around.
Lorne: (walks into the training room) Hey... you kids playing in the training room?
Connor: (looking at Lorne) Whoa! Man, this place is way better than college.
Lorne: Yeah, Ange-babe, Wes is requesting your presence upstairs. Has a little demon info for your peepers.
(Lorne walks toward the door. Angel hands the clipboard back to Spike, then follows Lorne.)
Connor: (waves to Illyria and Spike) It was nice meeting you. (follows Angel and Lorne out of the room)
(Hallway)
(Lorne leads on down the hallway, but Angel holds the door for Connor.)
Angel: You're in college?
Connor: Yeah.
Angel: Where at?
Connor: Stanford.
Angel: (happy) Really?
(Angel’s Office)
(Wesley is showing pictures of demons to Angel and Connor as Lorne looks on.)
Angel: That's them.
Wesley: Kith'harn demons. In Los Angeles, they're the known henchmen of a warlock called Cyvus Vail.
Angel: What do we know about him?
Lorne: He's powerful. Heads up a large demon empire, has tendrils stretching throughout L.A.
Angel: Tendril-tendrils?
Lorne: Metaphor-tendrils.
Connor: What does he want with me?
Wesley: If he's using his Kith'harn demons, he's not trying to remain anonymous. (Angel drops the pictures and walks toward the door.) Where are you going?
Angel: Go visit Mr. Vail.
Connor: I'll come with.
Angel: No. You're here.
Wesley: Angel, we know hardly anything about this man. If he's trying to bait you—
Angel: It's not up for discussion.
Wesley: At least take backup—
Angel: I said I'd take care of it, Wes. Drop it!
(Connor and Lorne look uncomfortable at Angel's tone. Wesley watches with disappointment and confusion as Angel walks out of the room.)
(Wesley’s Office)
(Wesley goes into his office, closes his door, and sits behind his desk to think. A moment later, he picks up the phone, presses a speed-dial button, and speaks.)
Wesley: (on phone) Get me everything you can find on Cyvus Vail.
(Vail’s Place)
(A man sits in a large, elegant chair in a large, well-decorated but empty room. IV drips attached to him hang on a mobile stand. The man, with dark reddish skin and straggly, thinning, white hair, wheezes when he breathes, which he does with the assistance of oxygen tubes. Suddenly the quiet is interrupted when the limp body of a demon is thrown through the door and into the room, landing on the floor and sliding toward the man's feet. Angel walks through the door.)
Vail: (wheezing) Did you kill all of my guards?
Angel: All the ones I could find.
Vail: Mmm. I should have given them the day off. (turns a knob on one of his IV drips) I wasn't trying to kill your son, you know. I simply needed him to understand what he is capable of.
Angel: How do you know about Connor?
Vail: I built him.
(W&H – Wesley’s Office)
(Lorne is sitting at a reading table set up in Wesley's office, reading under the glow of a banker's lamp. Harmony walks into the office carrying files, which she hands to Wesley.)
Harmony: These are everything the clerk had on Vail, and this... (steps out of Wes's line of sight to reveal Illyria standing behind her) was down wandering around human resources.
Illyria: Spike is resting.
Wesley: Thank you, Harmony.
(Harmony exits.)
Lorne: (reading a file) Here we go. Vail listings under accounts paid.
Wesley: Wolfram & Hart did business with him?
Lorne: Yeah. Looks like he was one of their go-to warlocks when it came to the magical mojo. Specialized in memory restructuring, mind control, temporal shifts. (flips to the next page) Oh, boy.
Wesley: What is it? (stands, walks toward Lorne's table)
Lorne: You could buy Bolivia for what we paid him on this one.
Wesley: (reading the file Lorne handed him) Not just him. He supervised some of the most powerful sorcerers on the west coast.
Lorne: Manpower like that, I'm guessing he wasn't doing card tricks.
Wesley: Some sort of reality shift, and it— Oh...
Lorne: What?
Wesley: It happened on the day we took over Wolfram & Hart.
(Vail’s Place)
Vail: Could you help me up? I'd have one of my guards do it, but, well, you know. (Angel helps him to his feet) Thank you. (wheezing)(Angel rips the oxygen tubes from Vail's face, pushes him back into the chair and squeezes his throat violently) When Connor was 5, he got lost in a department store. (swallows painfully) He wandered off while his family was shopping. It scared the poor child nearly half to death.
Angel: (leans in, angrily) That never happened!
Vail: Yes... but he remembers it happening. (Angel lets go of Vail who continues wheezing) He remembers screaming in the middle of the store. He remembers his mother rushing towards him. And he remembers his father sweeping him up into his arms.
Angel: You built his memories.
Vail: I did. He is some of my finest work.
Angel: What do you want?
Vail: I need someone dead. A demon... named Sahjahn.
Angel: Sahjahn.
Vail: (gets to his feet, walks past Angel pulling his IV stand behind him) I believe you tussled with him before. He's a nasty little cur!
Angel: He's gone. I trapped him in a bottle.
Vail: (opens a cabinet) An urn...actually. (reveals the urn is inside the cabinet) It's a morbid thing. Doesn't really go with my decor.
Angel: He's trapped. Let him rot.
Vail: Urns tend to break. Long lost enemies tend to return. I need finality to my affairs. (holds out his right hand, palm up; waves his left hand at it, conjuring a glowing yellow glass cube in the right hand) Do you know what an Orlon Window is, Angel? (looks at the cube as lights glow and move inside) It's a fascinating little spell. It allows warlocks such as myself to see the past as it once was. You have to be careful with it, though. If it were to break around someone whose mind had been altered, then all his old memories would come rushing back. (Angel glares at Vail and starts toward him) Careful, Angel! I gave Connor his happy life. (the cube fades into thin air) Are you certain you can kill me... before I can take it away from him? I... built your son. (walks past Angel with his IV rack in tow) I am not the sort of man you want as an enemy. (grunts, wheezes as he sits in his chair)
Angel: Fine. I'll do it. I'll kill Sahjahn.
Vail: If it were that simple, I'd do it myself. No, the prophecy is quite clear. There is only one person who can kill Sahjahn.
Angel: Connor.
Vail: So...you see our problem. I turned your son into a healthy boy. And now, I need you... to turn him back into a killer.
(W&H – Angel’s Office)
(Connor's sitting in a chair across from Angel, leaning his elbows on the chair arms, and leaning his chin on his clasped hands.)
Connor: (incredulous) He wants me to kill somebody?
Angel: (stands, walks in front of the desk) A demon named Sahjahn. We've fought him before.
Connor: Why me? Why do I have to do it?
Angel: (sits on the edge of his desk) Because you're special. There's a prophecy that says you're the only one who can kill him.
Wesley: Why are we even entertaining this?
Angel: Vail's made some convincing threats.
Wesley: Since when do we give in to threats?
Connor: He's not threatening you. He's threatening my family.
Wesley: We can't trust anything from Vail. Angel, he did a massive spell the day we took over Wolfram & Hart. Until we understand why—
Connor: (to Angel) Is he pretty strong, this Sahjahn?
Wesley: That's a bit of an understatement. Last time you fought him, Sahjahn nearly killed you.
Connor: Is that true?
Angel: (looks down) This is different. (looks at Connor) Like I said... you're special.
Connor: (to Angel) We don't have a choice, do we?
Wesley: Of course we have a choice. We just need time to figure out what Vail did.
Angel: (closes his eyes) We don't have time.
Connor: If I kill Sahjahn, Vail will leave my family alone? (Angel nods once. Connor thinks it over, then stands, determined.) What are we waiting for?
(Angel stands, glances at Wesley, then walks out.)
(Suburban House – Basement)
(The dungeon master demon pulls a hot poker out of the furnace fire and walks toward Gunn, who's lying on the table, choking on his own blood.)
Gunn: (coughing) Please...please... I'll do whatever you say—please! (coughs as the demon approaches him)
No! No! No!
Hamilton: (walks down the steps into the basement) Sorry to interrupt. (the demon stops torturing Gunn) I'll just need a minute. (the demon steps away)
(Hamilton pulls the necklace off of Gunn, and Gunn comes to with a start. He sits up, panting. Hamilton walks toward the demon's stash of tools.)
Hamilton: (pointing to one of the tools) Do you know what this thing is? (shakes it) It's a gibbet. Has he put you in it yet? Well, he'll get around to it. Eventually, he gets around to everything down here. (walks toward Gunn) Mr. Gunn, I'm Marcus Hamilton, your new liaison to the senior partners, and I have a proposition for you.
Gunn: Oh, yeah?
Hamilton: Yes. It occurs to us that you might want to get out of here. We can help with that. You know, I've been by your offices, seen your friends. Strange, there's not much activity on the... "rescue Gunn" front. We're not asking you for much. All we need you to do—
Gunn: Can I have my necklace back? (Hamilton holds out the necklace and Gunn grabs it) Come on, sparky. Let's go. (putting the necklace back on) This heart ain't gonna cut itself out.
Hamilton: (sighs) Thank you for your time. (walks back up the stairs)
Gunn: (lies back down) No, no, no, please! (the demon gets back to work) Please! No! No! No!
(W&H – Training Room)
(Angel and Connor are together in the training room.)
Angel: You're not alone in this. I'll be right there with you.
Connor: You gonna hold Sahjahn down while I stab him?
Angel: Prophecy doesn't say you can't have a little help.
Connor: (wringing his hands) Hardly seems fair.
Angel: Fair's not something we worry about.
Connor: Maybe you should. I'm not a bully. If I'm gonna do this, you gotta let me do it my way. (starts pacing again) Now I just gotta figure out what my way is.
Angel: You'll have your whole life for that.
Connor: Might as well start now.
Angel: All right. Let me show you a few things.
Connor: Well, yeah... I'm all noble and stuff, but I'm not an idiot. I've been in one fight in my entire life, and you bailed me out of it. (looks at the weapons on the wall) Should I take one of these with me? An ax, or whatever this thing is. (knocks one of the weapons off the wall; it clangs as it falls to the floor) Sorry.
Angel: (goes to Connor; picks up the weapon) That's OK. Probably stay away from the weapons for now. (tosses the weapon into the corner)
Connor: OK. Sorry.
Angel: (stands next to Connor, talks like a coach) Look, you're faster than Sahjahn. Use it! He talks a lot. He'll try to lull you into slowing down. Don't listen. Hit him quick. Keep moving.
Connor: Do you really think I can do this?
Angel: I know you can.
(Archives)
(Wesley walks into the basement archives of Wolfram & Hart files, followed by Illyria.)
Illyria: You are so concerned with names, dates, times.
Wesley: (weaves his way through aisles of file cabinets) Reality's being changed.
Illyria: Define change. The world is as it is.
Wesley: Not necessarily. (opens a drawer in a filing cabinet)
Illyria: You are a summation of recollections. Each change is simply a point of experience.
Wesley: (closes that drawer and opens the one below it) We are more than just memories.
Illyria: And yet Fred changed the moment her memory did.
Wesley: (shocked) Fred's memories were changed?
Illyria: In places.
Wesley: Can you see what they were before?
Illyria: No. (blinks) They're gone. (Wes grabs a file out of the drawer and stands to read it) Does this change your view of Fred? Is she still the person you thought she was?
Wesley: (his jaw drops as he reads the file) No. None of us are.
(Wes drops the file as he rushes back out of the filing room. Illyria follows him. As they leave, the camera pans down to reveal the contract signed in blood by Angel.)
(Vail’s Place)
(Angel and Connor walk into Vail's receiving room.)
Connor: This place smells like a retirement home.
Vail: Welcome. I've been waiting for you. (stands)
Connor: Oh, lord. Look at him.
Angel: (to Connor) Shh! (to Vail) Listen, Vail, we won't be staying long.
Connor: (cuts off Angel and stands fearlessly up in Vail's face) Here's how it works. I kill this Sahjahn thing, and we walk. You come near my family again, and I'll slit your throat. (Vail touches his hand to his own throat) (thinks, then adds) And if that doesn't kill ya, I'll chop your whole head off. And if that doesn't work, I'll—I'll just keep... stabbing you till you bleed to death. (Angel looks at Connor, surprised) Understand?
Vail: (nods) I do.
Connor: Good. So...where is he?
Vail: (points to his left) Right through there.
Connor: (looks to the adjacent room with a long table beneath a crystal chandelier) OK. (to Angel) See you later. (He walks toward the next room.)
Angel: (jumps to Connor's side, whispering) Listen, he's gonna talk to you. Don't let him distract you.
Connor: I won't.
Angel: Even if he's on the ground, do not take your eyes off him.
Connor: OK.
Angel: Whatever you do, do not—
Connor: (turns to face Angel) Dude, you're starting to freak me out.
Angel: (stands back a step) Right. Sorry. (Connor starts to walk toward the room, but Angel grabs his arm) Oh... (straightens Connor's shirt collar) Sorry. Go get him. (Angel steps back as Connor walks into the next room) I'll be right over here. (wrings his hands)
(Dining Room)
(Connor walks up to the table in the adjacent room and notices an assortment of axes and an urn on the table. He walks around the table, taking it all in.)
Connor: What am I suppose— (when he turns to pose this question to Vail, Connor sees that a wall has appeared between him and the other room) OK.
(Entry Hall)
(Angel and Vail are standing right outside the room Connor's in. They can see what's happening in the room, but Connor can't see them.)
Vail: (to Angel) He can't see us anymore.
Angel: Why not?
Vail: I can't risk Sahjahn getting loose. He has a nasty habit of trying to kill me. But don't worry. Your boy is very brave. I'm sure he'll do you proud.
(Dining Room)
Connor: (looks at the urn on the table, sighs as he psychs himself up for the task ahead) Open sesame. Or whatever.
(Connor takes the top off of the urn, and silvery smoke emanates from it, assembling nearby, forming Sahjahn.)
Sahjahn: (looks around, sees Connor) Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude, I grant you 3 wishes.
Connor: Really?
Sahjahn: Nah. I'm just messing with you.
Connor: (frowns) Oh.
Sahjahn: (chuckles) I do appreciate it, though. (stretches his neck) Ahh... that urn wasn't exactly a day at the spa. I owe you one.
Connor: Right. Well, before you start trying to kiss me, I should probably tell ya... you and I, we're, uh...supposed to fight.
Sahjahn: Is that right?
Connor: Yeah.
Sahjahn: Now, why would you want— (looks closer at Connor) Ah... you're him.
Connor: Yeah. I'm me. Hi. You can take a moment, if you want. (points to the table) There's some weapons and stuff over here if you think you'll need them.
Sahjahn: Thanks.
(Entry Hall)
Angel: No, he's talking to him. Why is he talking to him? I told him not to talk to him.
(Dining Room)
Sahjahn: Been a while since we've seen each other. How'd Quor-Toth work out for you, anyway?
Connor: (backs away from Sahjahn) Uh...worked out great. Thanks for asking.
Sahjahn: You know, I've had a long time to plan for this moment. I figured you'd be a lot more... intimidating.
Connor: Yeah. Well... I figured I was going to Tony Roma's with my folks tonight, but... I'm here. Learn to cope.
Sahjahn: I'll work on it. (pulls a faster than light punch, knocking Connor to the ground)
(Entry Hall)
(Upon seeing Connor take a hit, Angel rushes toward the room, but the barrier preventing Connor and Sahjahn from seeing out also prevents Angel from getting in. Angel turns and glares at Vail.)
Vail: (to Angel) Sorry. Not your fight.
(Dining Room)
Connor: (groans on the floor, but gets to his feet) Ow! God, that really hurt!
Sahjahn: Did it?
Connor: Yeah!
Sahjahn: I’m sorry. You need to call a time out?
Connor: No. I'm all right.
(Sahjahn takes a couple of swings at Connor, but misses as Connor ducks out of the way each time. Connor punches and connects with Sahjahn's face, and Sahjahn returns the favor, punching Connor and knocking him down.)
(Entry Hall)
Angel: (to Vail) Open the doorway. Right now.
Vail: (holding the glowing yellow glass cube in his hand) Or you'll what? Relax. Your son has to grow up sooner or later. Sit back and watch his future unfold. (Sahjahn punches Connor twice in the face; he staggers back, but doesn't fall down) There's no need to bring back the past if we don't have to.
(Dining Room)
(Connor throws a punch, but Sahjahn catches his fist before it connects and punches Connor in the stomach before slinging him across the room. Connor swings at Sahjahn, but doesn't faze him. Sahjahn punches Connor in the kidneys, sending him to the ground.)
Sahjahn: (circling Connor) You know...I went through a lot of trouble to get rid of you. What a colossal waste of time that turned out to be. (kicks Connor in the ribs, sending him flying across the room)
(Entry Hall)
(Angel sees Connor splayed out on the floor as Sahjahn approaches him menacingly.)
Angel: (turns to Vail) Open it now—
(When Angel turns to face Vail, he sees that Vail is frozen in time and isn't holding the box anymore. Angel looks around the room and sees Illyria standing there beside Wesley, who's holding the glowing yellow cube now.)
Wesley: You changed the world.
(Wesley and Illyria are glaring at Angel.)
Angel: Wes...what are you doing?
Wesley: You sold us out to Wolfram & Hart.
Angel: Be careful.
Wesley: (looks at the glowing glass cube in his hand) Is this your 30 pieces of silver?
Angel: Wes...give me that. (approaches Wesley)
(Illyria backhands Angel, sending him flying across the room; he slides across the floor.)
Illyria: He doesn't follow you any longer.
(Dining Room)
(Meanwhile, in the next room, Sahjahn is sending Connor flying across the room, and he slides across the floor. Sahjahn grabs Connor by the lapels and lifts him into the air before slamming him on the table. Connor groans.)
Sahjahn: These prophecies are turning out to be pretty overrated. I gotta tell you, kid, you're making a good case for the whole concept of free will.
(Entry Hall)
Wesley: (to Angel) You changed the world.
Angel: He's my son, Wesley. Connor's my son.
Wesley: (looks at Illyria) Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?
Angel: What?
Wesley: Everything that's happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart, everything that's happened to— (looks at Illyria, looks down) her... Did you know? Was Fred the price?
Angel: No. Wes... I can explain. Just put that down.
Wesley: Why are you so afraid of this? He said it would bring back the past. Will it undo what you've done?
Angel: No. It won't bring her back.
Wesley: Let's find out.
(He motions like he's going to throw the glass cube to the ground.)
Angel: (rushes toward Wesley, desperately) No! Please. You have to trust me.
Wesley: (cocks his head) I can't. Not anymore.
(Wesley slams the glass cube into the ground. As it shatters, the cube releases an explosion of bright yellow light, sending everyone in the room back from the blast. The force of the magic knocked everyone to the ground. Wesley, his past memories now available to him, stares at Angel in shock and dismay. Angel sees Wesley reacting to those memories, and remembers his son was nearby as well.)
Angel: Connor— (gets to his feet)
(Dining Room)
(In the adjacent room, Sahjahn has Connor bent over the table, choking him. Connor suddenly reaches up and grabs Sahjahn's throat and squeezes, then uses his grip to sling Sahjahn over the table and away from him. Connor gets to his feet and strikes a menacing pose reminiscent of his first appearance on the show in Season 3.)
Sahjahn: (chuckling) Lucky shot.
(Connor rolls over the tabletop, grabbing an axe, and faces Sahjahn. Connor now seems more comfortable in his own skin, fighting evenly with Sahjahn. They exchange punches and kicks, but Connor stuns Sahjahn with a punch, and seizes the opportunity by swinging the axe at his head, slicing it clean off. Connor stands over Sahjahn's body, panting. Noticing the barrier between the rooms has vanished, Angel walks tentatively toward Connor.)
Angel: Connor?
Connor: (noticing Angel) Whoa! You see that? I went a little hard-core there for a second. That guy made me really cranky. (looks at his bloody axe)
Angel: Are you OK?
Connor: Yeah. I guess. I don't really like people touching my neck, you know? (rubs his jugular)
Angel: Connor... uh...
Connor: Hey, can we... get outta here? I'd like to go back... see my parents. (puts down the axe) This whole fighting thing, I'm not... I'm not really sure it's for me. (looks at Angel)
(W&H – Wesley’s Office – Day)
(A haggard and very unhappy-looking Wesley sits at his desk in the dark staring straight ahead. Illyria stands nearby.)
Illyria: You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.
Wesley: Yes.
Illyria: Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?
Wesley: (nods) At least I know what happened.
Illyria: Do you? There are 2 sets of memories—those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.
Wesley: (looks confused, shakes his head) Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.
Illyria: To hide from the truth?
Wesley: (looks pained, looks into Illyria's eyes) To endure it.
(Angel’s Office)
(Angel is standing in front of the window, looking out at the city, when Connor walks into the office.)
Connor: I thought sunlight burned you up.
Angel: (turns to face Connor, laughs) Special glass.
Connor: Cool. You should, like, make a whole suit out of it like the pope has.
Angel: How's your dad?
Connor: (looks at Angel, cocks his head) He's fine. They're releasing him now. I should warn you—he's pretty pissed. I told him that you took me out demon fighting and, uh, almost got me killed. He wants to have a talk with you.
Angel: (nods seriously, heads toward his desk) All right. I'll, uh...
Connor: I'm kidding! Man, you gotta lighten up. He thinks we spent the whole night doing tests. I told him I could bench press, like, 1,000 pounds.
Angel: (walks back to Connor) What are you gonna tell them about... who you are?
Connor: The truth, more or less. I'll tell them that I'm different. I'll tell them it's... actually a good thing. I'll tell them to stop worrying so much.
Angel: Well, they're parents. (sits)
Connor: Yeah, I know. They'll feel a lot better knowing you're looking out for me.
Angel: We still haven't found Vail, but we will.
Connor: (smirks) I'm not too worried about him. Nothing he can show me I haven't already seen. (Angel isn't quite sure how to take that) Anyway... I just wanted to say good-bye. I gotta go back to my life now. (walks toward the door)
Angel: (stands, nervously) Oh...do you really have to leave? I mean, right now?
Connor: I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world. They really don't feel safe here. (He looks into Angel's eyes and we realize he remembers Angel.) You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
(Angel watches Connor walk out of his office toward the elevator. Connor presses the elevator button and waits. When the elevator door opens, he casts one last glance at Angel, then walks onto the elevator.)
Fade to black.
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