Orpheus
(Maury’s Occult Bookstore – Night)
(We pick up right where we left off in ‘Release’. Angelus has just bitten into Faith’s neck and is feeding on her. Suddenly he drops her and pulls back. He wipes his mouth and then looks at Faith.)
Angelus: What... did you do?
(Flashback)
(Moments earlier, as Wesley and Angelus were fighting we see Faith lying on the ground.)
Angelus: (os) You got to do better than that, Wes. (Faith pulls out a syringe from her boot.) Come on, I'll give you one more. (We see a close up of the syringe and it’s obvious that it’s the one the drugged girl at the bar was using. There is still some stuff in it. Faith plunges the needs into her arm and injects herself.) Strike three.
(Present)
(It’s clear that Angelus is under the influence of the drugs now. He staggers as he tries to stand.)
Angelus: You—you sp— You spiked... (passes out)
Wesley: (to Faith) You all right?
Faith: (panting, slurring) Kicked his ass. (passes out)
(Hyperion – Lobby)
(Fred is researching at the Front desk when Gunn comes in through the front door carrying a passed-out Angelus.)
Gunn: Connor!
Fred: (looks up from her book) Oh, my God! Angelus.
Gunn: (carrying Angelus down the stairs) Pick up your tranq gun. I don't know how much time we have. Connor!
Fred: (goes to Gunn's side) What happened?
Gunn: Wes called, I went.
Fred: Where is he? Where's Faith?
Lorne: (walks into the lobby) Well, what is all the—Aah! Angelus! He's in the hotel.
Gunn: (to Fred) Gimme steel shackles. (Fred grabs the shackles.)
Lorne: Oh, uh, but maybe we're already aware of that.
Gunn: All I had was rope in the truck.
Connor: (walks out to the balcony) What's going on?
Gunn: (to Connor) Get down here now. (to Fred) Leg irons too.
Connor: (hustles down the stairs) She found him.
Lorne: Wesley and Faith. Where are they?
Wesley: (walking in with Faith in his arms) Get him downstairs.
Connor: What happened to Faith?
Wesley: She captured Angelus.
Fred: God, what did he do to her?
Wesley: Gunn?
Gunn: We got it.
Lorne: She looks not well.
Connor: She gonna be—
Gunn: (to Connor) Wake up, kid. I need you here.
Wesley: (to Fred) Help me with her.
(Hallway)
(Wesley carries Faith down the hall to a room. Fred and Lorne accompany her. Faith's neck is covered with a bloody bandage.)
(Basement)
(Connor opens the cage door for Gunn, who carries Angelus into it, laying him down on the floor.)
(Bedroom)
(Wesley lays Faith's limp body down on the bed.)
(Basement)
(Gunn unties Angelus's hands, and Connor places steel shackles on Angelus's hands.)
(Bedroom)
(Lorne goes to look at Faith—he looks in her eyes, then sees her arm—it's discolored where she injected the drug into it. Taken aback, Lorne turns to look at Wesley, who just stares straight ahead at Faith.)
(Basement)
(Connor and Gunn continue to secure Angelus in the cage.)
(Bedroom)
(Fred brings in a bowl of water and a towel and sits beside Faith. Fred removes Faith's bandage and seems disturbed when she sees the bloody gash left on Faith's neck by Angelus, but Fred remains calm and continues.)
(Basement)
(Connor and Gunn continue securing Angelus in the cage.)
(Bedroom)
(Sitting beside Faith, Fred starts to clean Faith's wounded neck.)
(Basement)
(Connor and Gunn finish securing Angelus in the cage.)
(Bedroom)
(Fred continues to try and clean up Faith’s wound.)
(Basement)
(Connor glares at unconscious Angelus.)
Connor: He fed from her. There's blood on his breath.
(Angelus twitches in his sleep.)
Angelus: (mumbling) Kill you....kill....you...
(Gunn and Connor jump to their feet and stand back. Gunn points a tranq gun at Angelus.)
(Bedroom)
(While Fred's cleaning Faith's neck, Faith twitches and mumbles similar to Angelus.)
Faith: (mumbling) Scratch you out....
Fred: She's not making any sense.
Lorne: (goes up to Wesley, whispering) And speaking of sense, have you gone on permanent sabbatical from yours? Tell me you did not shoot that girl full of junk, and then feed her to Angelus.
Wesley: It was her choice. Faith knew the risks.
Lorne: (louder) Aw, she couldn't! (Fred glares at them, then quieter) Wesley, I know what that drug does to people. Especially when they super-size the doses to make sure they really get the job done. And you damn well know it too.
(Cordelia’s Room)
Cordelia: A coma?
Connor: Yeah, that's what it looked like when Wesley brought her in.
Cordelia: (chuckles, crosses her arms) Like she hasn't pulled that one before.
Connor: I don't think she was faking.
Cordelia: So the slayer snagged Angelus? He's in the hotel? Is he locked up tight in the cage?
Connor: Don't worry, Cordy. I'll always protect you. And our family.
Cordelia: That's sweet. Is he guarded?
Connor: Faith really did a number on him.
Cordelia: (punches Connor, pushing him down) What the hell is it with you and Faith! As if I didn't see the way you looked at her. She cracked her whip, and you liked it. You were practically in her leather-clad lap!
Connor: (stands) No, I wasn't? And how'd you do that, anyway? What about the anti-demon spell?
Cordelia: I told you, Connor, we're different. (turns away) Me and your baby. But I guess you can't even be loyal to our bed, let alone our little family. I thought you were gonna be a better father than Angel was to you.
Connor: I will be. I would do anything for us. (Cordelia's eyes flash wider.) For you.
Cordelia: (turns around, calmer, laughing it off) Wow. Are my hormones out of whack, or what? Hello, crazy pregnant lady, out of line! Whoo! (walks up to Connor) Why don't you go see how Faith is doing? Go on. I'm concerned. I want to know—
(Bedroom)
(Connor stares at Faith. Wesley's in the corner holding an ice pack to his bruised head. Fred and Lorne are standing near the bed where Faith's resting.)
Connor: What's going to happen to her?
Fred: (crosses her arms) Actually, I'd like to start with what exactly was it, Wesley?
Lorne: Orpheus.
Connor: Orpheus?
Fred: Some kind of opiate?
Lorne: Mystical variety. Humans inject it. Vampires feed off the humans. Folks tried to deal it at Caritas—only folks I ever banned from my club.
Faith: (mumbling) The 'vention.
Fred: So, if ordinary humans do this junk, slayers are all super, right?
Lorne: That's what makes it so dangerous. Orpheus isn't entirely physical. It's an enchanted drug.
Connor: Magic. This is what it gets you.
Lorne: That, plus the biting, makes for some serious psychic psychedelia. And the more you take, the deeper you sink.
Wesley: It leads you down to hell.
(Basement)
(Angelus is still unconscious in the cage.)
Wesley: (vo) And leaves you there.
(New York – Harbor – 1902)
(A ship pulls into the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty. A sign reads: "United States Immigration, Ellis Island, N.Y." Huddled masses of men, women, and children are pouring off the ship. A long-haired Angel walks through the crowd which parts for him, leaving him plenty of space. Except Angelus—Angelus just stands there, facing Angel, not intending to move for him, but Angel walks right through him.)
Angelus: Hey! (turns to watch Angel walk away) What is that about?
Faith: You tell me. It's your flashback. (Angelus charges Faith, but goes right through her; Faith chuckles.) You know what the definition of insanity is, baby? Performing the same task over and over and expecting different results. Learned that in murder rehab.
Angelus: All right, Miss Blow-It-All. This is my flashback. Why are you in it? (walks away)
Faith: Don't know. Must be the magic side-effects of my incredibly simple ruse.
Angelus: (looks around) All right. So, what is this, huh? Puff-the-Magic-Dragon City? Fairyland?
Faith: You'd think? Me, I'm guessing it's more like "Angelus, this is your life," because (waves her hand in front of her nose) lack-of-hygiene world sure ain't mine. (looks at Angel) Seriously, man, did you miss the invention of the bath?
Angelus: The whole way over here, he crouched in the filth of animals just to avoid human temptation. This isn't my life—it's his!
Faith: Angel's?
Angelus: It annoyed the crap out of me the first time around. This sucks. Why do you get to be Marley's ghost?
Faith: (sits) 'Cause I'm dying, dumbass.
Angelus: Not soon enough.
Faith: Way I figure, I've got one last job: baby-sit the psycho 'til they shove a soul up your—
Angelus: Not gonna happen.
Faith: (stands) Then, I'm whatever... dust in the wind. Candle in the wind. There'll be a general wind theme.
Angelus: Thought those suicidal tendencies got squashed in the big enlightenment.
Faith: (shrugs) I rolled the dice. Paid even odds.
(Chicago – 1920’s)
(Jazz music plays and old-timey cars drive through the street. Angelus and Faith find themselves outside the "Blue Mood Lounge". A small group nearby is playing Craps on the street. A couple walks down the sidewalk hand in hand. Angelus and Faith look around.)
Faith: Trippy.
Angelus: Early 20's by the cars. What is this—Chicago? (sees Angel standing on the other side of the street) Oh, no. I remember this. I remember this place. I gotta get out of here.
Faith: Why? You freaking out?
Angelus: It's coming. (A car speeds around the corner down the street in front of them.) Again.
Faith: What's coming?
Angelus: I can't do it again. I won't!
(Angel runs into the street right in front of the car.)
Faith: Angel, get out of the road!
(Angel continues until he's completely across the street. A small squeaking sound can be heard. Angel turns around to reveal that he's holding a tiny Pomeranian puppy. Angelus groans and pitches a fit.)
Faith: (giggling) Dude, you just rescued a puppy.
(A woman comes up to Angel and takes the puppy out of his arms.)
Woman: Oh, my stars! You saved her, Mister.
(Angel just stares at the woman’s neck, not saying anything.)
Angelus: I'm in hell. This is hell, and I'm in it.
Woman: (stroking the puppy) Oh, gee, big fella. How can I thank you?
Angelus: We haven't fed on a human in decades. She's begging for it, you moron!
Angel: Get lost.
Woman: Beg pardon?
Angel: Take a hike, Betty. Scram.
Woman: (frowns) Well, pound snow, you mook! (storms back into the club)
Faith: We're reliving Angel's good deeds—you are in hell! Wicked! (laughs)
(Reality – Hyperion – Bedroom)
(Lorne's sitting on the bed beside Faith.)
Wesley: (vo) There's only one thing we can do for Faith, now—
(Lobby)
(Wesley is talking to Fred and Connor at the front desk.)
Wesley: Finish what she started.
Fred: You mean, re-ensoul Angel?
Connor: Impossible. We've been over this: no jar, no soul. No soul, no Angel.
Fred: It's not that simple, Connor. I've been doing some research—
Connor: It is simple. Angelus is all that's left. First he slaughtered Lilah, now he's killed Faith.
Wesley: She's not dead yet.
Connor: You're lying to yourselves. You all think that I'm taking this personally so that you don't have to, but inside you know I'm right. We need to put Angelus down.
(Willow enters the lobby through the front door, unnoticed by the gang at the front desk.)
Willow: I don't think so. (everyone turns to look at Willow) I think you need a witch. (She walks up to the front desk where Wesley, Fred, and Connor are standing, just staring at her.) Did I come at a bad time?
Wesley: Willow.
Connor: She's a witch?
Willow: Yes. Hi. You must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous, son.
Connor: It's Connor.
Willow: (nods) And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?
Fred: Hi Willow.
Willow: (walks up to Fred) Hey Fred. It's good to see you. (looks at Wesley) Oh, and it's the Marlboro Man. Or at least his extra stubbly, mentally unstable, insomniac, first cousin of—for the love of Hecate, somebody stop me.
Fred: It's OK. I'm a yammerer from way back.
Wesley: Are there forces gathering? Did the call of magic draw you here?
Willow: Oh, no. More like the call of Fred. (Willow and Fred chuckle.)
Wesley: (realizes) Of course. Bring in the only living person to ever re-ensoul Angel.
Fred: She has a fresh brain. I thought she might see some things we missed.
Willow: Oh, hearing the thoroughness of your research methodology, (smiles at Fred) I don't think that's possible.
Fred: Aw. Go on. (giggles)
Willow: We should probably start the debriefing. Where's Cordy?
Connor: Unfortunately, the guy you're all trying to magically re-ensoul shot her with a crossbow. She's not up for visitors.
Wesley: I think she'll want to see Willow. After all, she's traveled a long way, and they have a history together.
(Cordelia’s Bedroom)
(Cordelia's sitting in her bed when Connor escorts Willow into her room.)
Willow: Hi there.
Cordelia: Long time, no see. (to Connor) It's OK, Connor. I'm fine. (Connor leaves the room.)
Willow: (sits on the bed beside Cordy) How've you been?
Cordelia: Higher power. You?
Willow: Ultimate evil. But I got better.
Cordelia: You heard about Faith?
Willow: (nods) Coma again.
Cordelia: What about Angelus? Did you go down to see him yet?
Willow: I'm way avoidy. Too many memories. I'm just glad I don't have to be in the same room with him when I re-ensoul him.
Cordelia: Oh, you really think you can pull it off? (feels around under her blanket)
Willow: Putting his soul back? It's the first spell I ever learned. I'm not gonna forget that.
Cordelia: (grabs a knife under the blanket) What about the Mo-Pium?
Willow: The jar holding Angel's soul? Therein lies our boneage.
Cordelia: Stolen right from our safe. And if we can't get the soul out of the jar, we can't put it back in Angel.
Willow: Yeah, question is: how do we get the soul out if we don't know where the jar is?
Cordelia: And apparently, the thing's impervious to magic.
Willow: Yeah, I know already tried a standard locator spell, but zero joy.
Cordelia: (puts down the knife) Right. Plus, Wesley's shaman says there's no way to extract the soul from a distance.
Willow: Soul trapped in a glass jar, impervious to magic. It is complicated.
Cordelia: (nods) Tough nut to crack.
Willow: (gets an idea) Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Cordelia: (grabs the knife again) I doubt it.
Willow: (stands) We just break the jar.
Cordelia: (gestures to her nightstand) Can you hand me that drink?
Willow: (backs to the door, excited) That way we don't have to magic the soul out. We just break the glass around it!
Cordelia: (impatiently) Great idea. I'm really thirsty.
Willow: And then Angel's soul is still released into the ether, and—and there's something called Delothrian's Arrow. We don't even need to know where the target is. (opens the door) Cordy, this is fantastic! We're gonna get him back. (leaves the room)
(Cordelia throws the knife just as Willow leaves the room. The knife lands in the door at head level.)
(Bedroom)
(Lorne's looking after Faith, who's still unconscious on the bed.)
Lorne: Don't you worry, princess. It'll all be over soon. I—I've seen lots of girls go through just what you're going through now. (sings softly) There'll be another song for me, and I will sing it. Oh, there'll be another dream for me, someone will bring it.
(Angelus’s Hell – 1970’s Donut Shop)
(1970's disco music plays as a long-haired Angel walks into the donut shop past Angelus.)
Angelus: (rolling his eyes) Bring on the pain!
(Angel saunters up to the jukebox and selects a song. He stands there grooving as it starts to play.)
Faith: Mandy, huh? (Angelus sits down in a booth across from her.) Must kill you he's got a jones for the power-ballads.
(Angelus swats as he hears buzzing sound.)
Angelus: Worse were the concerts. (A couple walks out past Angel, who looks at them longingly.) You know what that's like? (Angel sits at the counter.) Every time he gets close, I feel it. Wanting to tear their flesh apart. The hunger. It's like a blade in my gut.
Faith: Only, it's not your gut, princess. Angel's the one that belongs on the outside, not you.
(The clerk pours Angel a cup of coffee as Angel tries to recover from his temptation.)
Angelus: You think it's that cut and dry, don't you? That if Angel gets his soul back—
Faith: When he gets it.
Angelus: You'll just hang up your spurs and ride off into the sunset knowing you put the monster back in his cage. But, (disappears and reappears next to Faith) I'm always here, Faithy. Deep in.
(A man walks into the shop.)
Cashier: Hi. Can I help you?
Robber: Gimme your money. (shoots into the ceiling) Gimme the cash in the drawer.
Cashier: (nervous) Oh. OK.
Robber: Open it!
Cashier: Oh, all right. I, uh—
Robber: Come on!
Cashier: I, uh, I just need to...
Robber: Now! (shoots the clerk, then runs out of the shop)
Angel: (goes to the clerk's side) It's gonna be OK. I'll get you to a hospital. You're—you're gonna be OK. All right? It's—everything's gonna be—
Cashier: It hurts.
Angel: Yeah, I know.
Angelus: (mockingly) Doc, I think we're losing him. God, I love this episode! (The buzzing sound occurs again; Angelus swats at the air like there's a fly.) What is that buzzing?
(Reality – Cordelia’s Room)
(Cordelia's holding the crystal in her hand, trying to contact Angelus.)
Cordelia: Hear me, Angelus. Heed my warning. Awaken at once. Return from the darkness. Or just lay there and let that red-headed meddler put your soul back. Whichever!
(Lobby)
(Wesley and Willow are preparing a spell. There's a bubbling jar in front of Willow.)
Willow: Look, it's working.
Wesley: I thought Delothrian's Arrow was used to protect good magicks.
Willow: It is.
Wesley: So, how can you use it to break the jar? The Muo-Ping is a sacred object. It's holy.
Willow: It's glass, therefore crunchable. The sacred's what's inside. "All life a container..."
Wesley: "...For the heart of all life." You've studied the Daharim.
Willow: It had to be something specific. There's lots of jars in the world—can't shatter them all. I mean, you could, but good things come in jars. Peanut butter, jelly, those two-headed fetal pigs at the natural history museum.
(Wesley doesn't respond.) Come on, everybody loves fetal pigs.
Wesley: (leans forward) Sorry. I think my sense of humor's trapped in a jar somewhere.
Willow: Does seem like you've given in to the grumpy side of the force.
Wesley: A lot's happened. Not just Angelus. I've been—I've changed. I've seen a darkness in myself. I'm not sure you'd even begin to understand—
Willow: I flayed a guy alive and tried to destroy the world.
Wesley: Oh. So... (stands, doesn't make eye-contact)
Willow: Darkness. Been there.
Wesley: Yeah. Well, I never flayed... (seems sickened) I had a woman chained in a closet.
Willow: Hey.
Wesley: That doesn't compare.
Willow: No, dark. That's dark. You've been to a place.
Wesley: You seem exactly the same as when I left. No other major changes I'm not up on?
(Willow avoids eye contact as she doesn’t want to mention her new sexual orientation.)
Willow: (shrugs) Just little things. So, uh, Fred. What's her story?
(Angelus’s Hell – 1970’s Donut Shop)
(Angel is squatting next to the clerk.)
Angel: God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
(The clerk dies. Angel stands and backs away, staring at the clerk.)
Angelus: So, who's your big hero now?
Faith: Wasn't even his fault. God, does the guy gotta pay for everything?
Angelus: Choices, little girl. The ones you make with your heart of hearts. (Angel goes to the door, but stops and locks the door.) Uh-oh. What's gonna happen?
Faith: He won't.
(Angel walks back to the clerk.)
Angelus: I'm deep in, Faith. Soul or no soul.
(Angel vamps out and lifts the clerk.)
Faith: Angel! (Angel bites the clerk) Ugh.
(Faith's neck starts to bleed.)
Faith: He was gonna save him.
Angelus: Or did he choose to be a little slow on the draw? Whoops! Dinner by armed robbery. Look at him, Faith. You're a murderer. You know just how good that blurry line tastes. You didn't think my hell was private, did ya?
(Angel screams.)
(Reality – Hyperion Bedroom)
(Lorne dabs away tears from Faith's face. Connor's sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, watching her.)
Lorne: She's in the barrens now. They cry for a while. Quiet mostly. Like they're letting go of everything that meant something.
Connor: How long...'til...?
Lorne: Not long. You can hold her hand.
(Connor stands, but Wesley walks into the room.)
Connor: Wesley, you did the right thing. She was brave, and she died in battle.
Wesley: (staring at Faith) It's time.
(Lobby)
(Fred walks around the lobby in a circle carrying a lit white candle and ringing a bell.)
Willow: (touches Fred's chin, lifting it higher, smiling) You're good. Good bells. (walks up to the front desk; to Gunn) OK, now all I gotta do is contact the spirit world, harness the Delothrian ebb, and focus it through my little marble of doom here. (holds out a small metal ball) And we'll restore the Mo-Pium's entropic equilibrium.
Gunn: The jar goes smash?
Willow: Smash-o-crash.
Gunn: All I need to know. I'll be downstairs in case the Prince of Darkness wakes up. (leaves the room)
Willow: OK.
Wesley: (walks up to Willow) You ready?
Willow: (nods) Should be a snap.
(A bolt of orange energy hits Willow and sends her sliding across the floor.)
Cordelia: (as Beastmaster) Stay your hand, witch! (Show Cordelia is holding the crystal again, saying the words of the Beastmaster.) You will not interfere with what must come to pass.
(Willow stands, covers her head with her hands.)
Willow: (weakly) Invadoria disparu!
Cordelia: (as Beastmaster) You think to banish me?
Willow: (to Wesley) There's somebody in my head.
Cordelia: (as Beastmaster) As long as the soul is under my protection, it will never be freed.
Willow: (to the sky) Vetsche invadoria disparu!
Cordelia: (in her room, to herself) I'th bid my thongue.
Wesley: He's enormously powerful. It's the dead Beast's master. He contacted Angelus the same way.
Fred: He wants to stop us from getting the soul.
Willow: (black-eyed, holding her hand out, the marble in it floats and starts to glow) Open the window. Fill this stone. Inside, outside. Two made one.
Cordelia: (as Beastmaster) You wanna go, Glinda? We'll go.
(Willow's knocked down by another bolt of energy from the Beastmaster.)
Connor: Are you sure she can handle it?
Willow: (black-eyed, focused on the glowing ball in front of her) Alesh ashtoreth!
(The ground starts shaking.)
Wesley: I think she can hold her own.
(Bedroom)
(Lorne's talking to Faith while the building shakes around them.)
Lorne: It's OK, Faith. It's OK. You just wait. They'll get Angel back, and... (trying to convince himself) it'll all be worth it. It'll all— (Faith gasps and sits up.)
(Angelus’s Hell – Alley – 1990’s)
(Faith finds herself in a dark alley full of trash.)
Angelus: (os) It'll all be worth it. Is that what you try to tell yourself, Faithy? Is that the nastly little lie that kept those thighs nice and warm in your prison bunk?
Faith: (looks around, trying to find Angelus) You kiss your mama with that mouth?
Angelus: (shows up behind her, lying on the ground) No, but I ate her with it. (stands without bending his body) And now for a poem. "Faith goes gently into that good night." You're fading fast, baby. I can feel it.
Faith: All the same, I hear this holler in the distance.
(Reality – Hyperion Lobby)
(Willow is still trying to defeat Cordelia, aka The Beastmaster.)
Willow: Semsa nahl eresh a’laham!
(Angelus’s Hell)
Faith: Tells me you're about to get what's coming to you.
Angelus: Or not. I've got friends in high places. (further down the alley, Angel stumbles around, knocking over garbage cans) Him, not being one of 'em.
(Angel grabs a rat and eats it.)
Faith: Ugh. When is this?
Angelus: When isn't it? Twenty years after that stupid donut shop, and his fingers never smelled of anything but rat! "I'm so sorry. I give up. I'm gonna live in a sewer!"
Faith: He's paying for what he did.
Angelus: He's hiding from what he is—which may be a big Psych 101 revelation for you, cupcake, but I already know this crap, so why do I have to go through it again?
Angel: Maybe 'cause it's not about you, (stands) jackass.
(Reality – Hyperion Lobby)
(The ground is shaking in the hotel. Wesley, Connor, Fred, and Willow are in the lobby.)
Wesley: Do you feel that?
Connor: There's something evil rising in the hotel.
(Cordelia’s Room)
(A white eyed Cordelia is chanting as she sits in front of the Mo-Pium.)
Cordelia: Seiza jai n’hast engai. Seiza jai n’hast engai.
(Basement)
(Gunn feels the ground shake as he watches over Angelus in the cage.)
(Lobby)
(An apparition of a huge demonic head floats above the gang in the lobby, growling and shrieking)
Connor: What the hell is that?
Willow: (to Connor) Ignore it. (to the glowing ball in front of her) Find your target. Leave my side.
(Cordelia’s Room)
(Cordelia is still sitting in front of the Mo-Pium, talking to herself.)
Cordelia: OK, then. Huge floaty head not enough to scare you? Then why don't we try— (The glowing ball Willow sent comes straight toward the Mo-Pium; Cordelia puts up a hand to stop it, concentrating hard) And now she is on my last nerve!
(Lobby)
Willow: Geth na haroth castellum tol.
(Cordelia’s Room)
(Cordelia is concentrating hard on keeping the magic ball from shattering the Mo-Pium.)
Cordelia: If only this were a few weeks later.
(Lobby)
Willow: Break the glass.
Fred: (looks around) Where's Connor?
Willow: Let loose the soul!
(Cordelia’s Room)
(Connor tries to enter the room, but the door is barricaded.)
Connor: (banging on the door) Cordy! Are you OK?
Cordelia: (startled, breaks her concentration) Ah! (The marble breaks the Mo-Pium, releasing Angel's soul into the ether, Cordelia turns to look) Oh sh—
(Angelus’s Hell – Alley)
(Angel, Angelus and Faith are talking in the alley. Angel is filthy, covered in dirt and grime, wearing a longish hair style.)
Angelus: I don't believe this! You're the one behind this whole true-Hollywood sob-story?
Faith: Angel, it's good to see you. (Angelus chuckles) Hate the hair.
Angel: Faith, why are you still here?
Faith: Just waiting to see this pervert get stuffed back into the deep, crazy ground he came from.
Angel: Then what? After that, what happens?
(Angelus kicks Faith, knocking her down.)
Angelus: Probably something like that. I had a feeling the rules have changed.
Angel: She's not who you're after.
Angelus: No kidding, rat boy. The slayer will just be gravy once I finish you off.
Both: I've been waiting a long time for this.
(Angel and Angelus start fighting.)
Angel: Faith, get up! Are you listening?
Faith: (weakly) Angel, I'm dying.
Angel: Yeah. It's a lot easier than redemption, huh? (kicks Angelus)
Angelus: (grabs Angel by the neck) Always so concerned with the human condition. (throws Angel down the alley) It's no big mystery, man. They suffer, they die. That's what they're there for.
Angel: (lunges at Angelus) I'm not perfect, Faith. Even with a soul, I've done things I wished a thousand times I could take back.
Angelus: Yeah, like those Manilow concerts. (throws Angel across the alley) Son of a bitch!
(Reality – Hyperion – Cordelia’s Bedroom)
(Connor bursts into Cordelia's room, pushing the barricade of furniture away from the door.)
Connor: Cordy! I'm coming in.
(Cordelia bangs Connor over the head with a ceramic vase that shatters.)
Cordelia: Oh, Connor, I'm so sorry. I thought it came back. (cries) That horrible floaty head.
Connor: Did it hurt you? Is the baby...?
Cordelia: (high-pitched voice) We nearly got killed.
Connor: Willow's spell must've opened a gateway to something.
Cordelia: Evil. If she keeps at it, there's no telling what will happen. She's already let hell itself into this hotel.
Connor: I know. I've seen it. It's not safe for you here. I'm gonna make her stop.
Cordelia: Connor, you can't! She's too powerful. But you can stop it. The reason for all of this. (whispers) You have to kill Angelus.
(Lobby)
(Fred, Wesley and Willow are lighting candles and incense in the lobby.)
Fred: (looking around) So... now Angel's soul is just floating around out there?
Willow: Yeah, until I can channel it into the Orb of Thessulah.
Fred: Connor shouldn't have run off like that.
Wesley: I'm sure he's just worried about Cordelia.
Fred: Do you ever think their relationship is maybe a little bit...icky?
(Cordelia’s Room)
(Cordelia is talking to Connor.)
Cordelia: You have to kill your father. You have to. Now, before anything else goes wrong.
(Lobby)
(Willow and Fred are holding books.)
Willow: (to Fred) Ready when you are.
Fred: (reading) Quod perditum est invenietur...
Willow: (reading) Nisi mort. Nisi al finitei. Te invoc, spirit al trecerii...
(Cordelia’s Room)
Cordelia: You know I have fought harder than anyone to save Angel's life, but there comes a time when you have to weigh risk versus reward. And as much as I love Angel...as a friend... killing Angelus now is the only way to guarantee our family's safety.
(Basement)
(Gunn's still guarding the unconscious Angelus.)
Cordelia: (vo) I know it in my heart now. You're not just protecting me. You're protecting the world.
(Bedroom)
(Lorne's looking after the unconscious Faith.)
Cordelia: (vo) Sometimes one death can spare infinite pain.
(Angelus’s Hell – Alley)
(While Angel and Angelus are fighting, Faith's lying unconscious against the alley wall.)
Angel: Faith, wake up!
Faith: (wakes) I've rolled the bones. You for me.
Angel: (walks away from the fight with Angelus to talk to Faith) I used to think that. That there'd be a point when I'd paid my dues.
Angelus: (knocks out Angel from behind) Anybody notice a battle with your alter-ego going on here?
(Reality – Hallway)
(Connor's walking purposefully down the hallway.)
Connor: (vo) What will I tell the others?
Cordelia: (vo) They can't stop you if they don't know?
Connor: (vo) What about the sanctuary spell?
Cordelia: (vo) I can fix it. We're special, Connor.
(Willow's still working on the spell to re-ensoul Angel in the lobby. She's chanting, facing the Orb of Thessulah. Connor looks over at them.)
Willow: Te implor doamne. Nu ignora accasta rugaminte lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta sufletul la el.
Cordelia: (vo) Special.
(Angelus’s Hell – Alley)
(Angel and Angelus are fighting in the alley again. Angel leaves the fight and goes over to Faith's side, holding her up in his arms.)
Angel: Faith, listen to me. You saw me drink. It doesn't get much lower than that. And I thought I could make up for it by disappearing.
Faith: I did my time.
Angel: Our time is never up, Faith. We pay for everything.
Faith: It hurts.
Angel: I know. I know.
(Reality – Hyperion Lobby)
(Willow's still working on the spell to re-ensoul Angel in the lobby. She's chanting, facing the Orb of Thessulah.)
Willow: Este scris aceasta putere este dreptul poporuil meu de a conduce.
(Basement)
(Connor walks down the stairs into the basement.)
Connor: Hey, Gunn, you should know...(punches Gunn, knocking him out) they haven't finished the spell yet.
(Angelus’s Hell – Alley)
(Angel's talking to a weakened Faith.)
Angel: Get up! You have to get up now. Faith, you have to fight. I need you to fight. Do you understand what I'm saying?
(Angelus sneaks up behind Angel and knocks him out with a metal pipe.)
Angelus: What won't I miss? The moralizing. Soul's already in the ether, boyo. I can smell it. How 'bout I send it off to that big puppy rescue in the sky.
Faith: (from behind) Arf arf, psycho.
Angelus: Faith. Getting back into the game.
Faith: I guess I am.
Angelus: (swings the pipe at Faith, but she disappears) Hey!
(Reality – Hyperion Bedroom)
(Faith wakes with a start, and without missing a beat, she runs out of the room, leaving Lorne staring after her in confusion.)
(Lobby)
(Willow's still working on the spell to re-ensoul Angel in the lobby. She's chanting, facing the Orb of Thessulah.)
Willow: Asa sa fie, acum.
(Angelus’s Hell)
(Angelus and Angel start to glow and combine into one being.)
(Reality – Basement)
(Chained Angel is mumbling to himself with Connor kneeling over him.)
Angel: (mumbling) I need you to fight.
Connor: I'm pretty clear about what you need. (rears his hand back, revealing that he's got a stake in it)
Faith: (grabs Connor's wrist, stopping him from staking Angel) Break me off a switch, son. (throws Connor against the cage wall) There's about to be a whuppin'.
(Faith and Connor fight.)
(Lorne runs into the basement, followed by Fred and Wesley.)
Lorne: She's alive. It's a miracle!
(Faith continues to kick Connor's butt across the room. When he lands near the cage, Angel grabs his neck through the bars.)
Angel: Connor, it's over. It's me. Really.
(Garden)
(Faith comes outside to talk to Angel.)
Faith: Hey. (leans forward on the rail)
Angel: How're you feeling?
Faith: Like I did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear.
Angel: That about sums it up.
Faith: Yep.
Angel: And now you're going to Sunnydale.
Faith: I think I prefer the bear, but the way Willow talks it up, that's where I'm needed.
Angel: Never stop fighting. (leans on the rail beside Faith)
Faith: Hey, I was gonna, but someone got all pep-talky on me.
Angel: Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't get to see you. Our little brain tour notwithstanding.
Faith: (smiles) Another time.
Angel: (stands) I have a lot to thank you for.
Faith: Well, that vice is plenty versa. I even start, it's only gonna lead to hugging, and... (shrugs, smiles)
Angel: Right. We can't have that.
Faith: No.
(They walk inside.)
(Lobby)
(Faith and Angel walk inside to see Connor sitting on a couch with Gunn standing in front of him with his arms crossed.)
Connor: All right. I get it. I messed up.
Faith: Hey, cheer up, punk. That just makes you one of us.
Gunn: You headed out?
Faith: Yeah, no tears, big guy. (gives Gunn a high-five)
Gunn: Nah, I'm good. I just wish I could've seen you kicking the crap out of junior, here.
Faith: It was pretty funny. Wes.
Wesley: Faith.
Faith: See. Brits know how to say goodbye. Angel here wanted a hug.
Angel: No, I didn't.
Faith: Been a good show.
Gunn: Yeah, sit back and let the girl do all the heavy lifting.
Wesley: That's pretty much it.
Fred: (walks out of the office with Willow, who's holding a book) I think that volume's outdated. You'd know better than me, but there's some interesting stuff about hellmouth. Might help.
Willow: This is great.
Fred: (extra smiley) I have to say, someday I'd love to bend your ear about the Pergamum Codex. I—I think some of the really obscure passages are actually Latin translated from a demonic tongue, and they're kind of a hoot. (giggles) All this stuff about Bacchanals and spells and—actually, I think it's probably funnier in Latin. You know how that is sometimes.
Willow: (quickly) I'm seeing someone.
(Fred says nothing and Faith speaks up.)
Faith: Time goes by, Will.
Willow: OK. Good. Wagons west. See you guys.
Angel: Willow...
Faith: He's going to tell you how much he owes you.
Willow: Aw, don't mention it. I got a slayer out of the deal, so we're even-steven. (hugs Angel) I'll tell Buffy you said hi.
Angel: Good. Thanks.
Willow: (starts to walk out, but stops, turn to them) Oh, um, next time you guys resurrect Angelus, call me first, OK?
(Willow and Faith walk out the front door. Angel turns to face the gang.)
Angel: So, we're back.
Wesley: It would seem.
Angel: Look, I know things have been—
Cordelia: (walks down the stairs) Sorry, Angel. But if this is the speech about how the worst is behind us, you may want to save it for later.
(Cordelia's wearing a trampy outfit that reveals her pregnancy to the gang.)
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