Shiney Happy People
(Warehouse)
(Pick up where we left off in ‘Inside Out’. Angel has just knelt at the feet of the woman-like creature Cordelia gave birth to. The woman bends to pick up a blanket to wrap around her body.)
Woman: (looks around, smiles) Oh, it's all so—
Angel: Unworthy?
Woman: (smiling) Wonderful. (kneels beside Cordelia) Cordelia, thank you for protecting me and nourishing me. Your spirit has been my shelter, but you can rest peacefully now. I'm here.
Connor: That's all she wanted—to give you life.
Woman: And I can feel all of it. (smiles) The cold floor, the air, (stands) this skin. Everything is perfect.
Angel: (frowning, looks up at the woman) No, it's not. I came here to kill you. (hands her his sword) I should be punished.
Woman: (takes the sword) Angel, I can feel your suffering, (raises the sword) but now that suffering is going to end.
(Angel waits with his head hung low for her to execute him, but after a moment he looks up, and she has disappeared.)
(Hyperion – Night)
(Fred is obsessively gathering up books from the office floor. Lorne is sitting on the desk straightening the bankers lamp on it.)
Fred: We should've done this a long time ago. I don't know what I was thinking letting these books be all unorganized.
Lorne: Well, one does tend to let the housekeeping slide during an Apocalyptolite. (turns on the desk lamp) Hey, honey, all this to-ing and fro-ing is making me edgy...er.
Fred: (hears a buzzing noise) What's that?
Lorne: Oh, relax. It's just a buzz saw. Nothing to get worked up over. It's Gunn and Wes down in the basement. They're dismembering that armor-plated demon, Skip.
Fred: Oh, right. Well, there's been an awful lot of dismembering going on in that basement lately, if you ask me.
Lorne: Well, it's been a busy month.
Fred: God, why'd it have to be her?
Lorne: I think you skipped a groove, darlin'.
Fred: Cordelia. Why couldn't the Beastmaster have chosen some horrible evil awful person to be its vessel?
Lorne: Wouldn't have been much in the way of camouflage.
Fred: He's been gone so long.
Lorne: Y-you shifted gender pronouns, sweetheart. Not that I'm judging—
Fred: Angel. Do you think he found them?
Lorne: Them being...?
Fred: Connor and Cordy.
Lorne: Well...uh....
Fred: Or maybe he got there too late, and she already had it?
Lorne: And by "it," you must mean—?
Fred: The baby. Or, hell spawn or whatever it is. (Lorne shakes his head and sips his drink.) Skip said the Beastmaster was using Cordelia to give birth to itself. What if Angel didn't get there in time to stop it? Or, worse, what if he did get there in time? Do you think he'd actually...you know?
Lorne: Dismember mama? (chuckles nervously)
Fred: Would Angel really kill Cordelia?
Lorne: To save the world?
Fred: (looks out into the lobby) Son of a bitch! (grabs a knife and runs out to the lobby)
Lorne: (stands) OK, not that I was expecting a transition, but still... (follows Fred into the lobby)
Fred: (holds the knife at Connor) Drop it, junior.
Lorne: Fred, don't get too close.
Connor: (calmly) Drop it? (smiles)
Fred: You heard me. Drop the knife.
Connor: But, you're always after me to clean up after myself. I was just gonna put it away.
Fred: (squints, looks closer at him) Uh, are you still evil-ish? 'Cause I'm confused.
Angel: Guys, it's OK. He's with me.
Fred: (sees Cordelia lying on the couch) Oh, my God. (runs to her side) Cordelia. She's not—
Angel: No, she's not dead. She's just resting. She's in a peaceful place.
(Wesley and Gunn run into the lobby and join the others.)
Fred: No, I meant...she's not pregnant.
Angel: Oh. No. Not anymore.
Wesley: Then you were too late? The thing was born?
Lorne: I'm guessing it wasn't a chubby little cherub, huh?
Angel: Not exactly.
Gunn: But you killed it? It's dead, right?
Angel: (backs up) I—I tried. I was going to. I just, uh— (sits down on the steps and weeps)
Connor: You got to stop torturing yourself, dad. He was like this all the way back in the car.
Wesley: It escaped, then?
Angel: Disappeared. Didn't even say goodbye.
Fred: Is that, like, baby evil?
Wesley: I imagine we're not talking about a baby.
Connor: No.
Gunn: OK, so what are we dealing with?
Fred: Eight legs, three heads, horns...?
Lorne: Hey!
Fred: No, offense.
Connor: Two legs, one head, no horns.
Lorne: Lemme guess: green?
Angel: (stands, smiles) No. Kind of... mocha. We need to find her.
Wesley: Agreed.
(Everyone except for Connor and Angel, head for the weapons cabinet.)
Gunn: Hope this thing's easier to kill than the Beast.
Connor: (follows them) Kill? No. No killing.
Gunn: Since when?
Angel: Since we've all been saved.
Fred: Oh, well, that's, uh, crazy talk.
Angel: (to Connor) They don't understand.
Connor: No.
Angel: We don't want to kill her. (takes the axe away from Wesley) We just want to find her so we can worship her. That's all.
Connor: She's amazing. You'll go nuts.
Gunn: Yeah, that'll definitely help us relate better.
Angel: (smiles) When you meet her, you'll understand.
Wesley: Angel, whatever you're feeling right now, it's some form of enchantment.
Angel: (looks wistful) Yeah.
Wesley: It's a spell. Think. Even before its birth, this thing controlled Cordelia, caused her to do unspeakable things. It's evil. Remember the Rain of Fire, permanent midnight, all the horrors done in its name—
Woman: (os) Must be rectified.
(Everyone in the room turns to look at the woman Cordelia gave birth to. Connor and Angel fall to their knees immediately. Everyone else stares at her in awe.)
Lorne: My God.
Woman: (smiles) People keep saying that.
(Lorne kneels.)
Fred: I'm just gonna... (kneels) do this.
(Gunn kneels.)
Woman: For so long, you've all been drowning in the fighting and the pain. I'd like to help...if you'll have me.
Wesley: (kneels) Tell us what to do.
(Cordelia’s Room)
(Everyone is gathered in Cordelia's room where Cordelia is now laid out on her bed. Gunn and Fred are lighting candles. The group is arranged in a loose circle as they all stare at the woman, smiling.)
Lorne: Eternal bliss. It suits her.
Fred: Cordelia must be so happy...to be the one who brought you here. What an honor.
Woman: (sitting on the bed beside Cordelia) I'm the one who's honored...by Cordelia, and by all of you. I can't tell you how good it is to be back.
Wesley: Back? Then you've been here before?
Woman: Yes. In the beginning, before the time of man, great beings walked the earth. Untold power emanated from all quarters—the seeds of what would come to be known as good and evil. But the shadows stretched and became darkness, and the malevolent among us grew stronger. The earth became a demon realm. Those of us who had the will to resist left this place, but we remained ever-watchful.
Gunn: You're a power that... was?
Woman: But then something new emerged from deep inside the earth—neither demon, nor God.
Wesley: Man.
Woman: And it seemed, for a time, that through this new race, a balance might be restored.
Fred: Guess we really let you down.
Woman: But you didn't. It was we who failed you. (stands) We became little more than observers. I could no longer bear to just watch all the suffering. I had to find a way back. But, first I needed a miracle. And so I arranged one. (touches Connor's face) Through you, Angel, through Darla. That is where my parentage began. Two vampires—creatures one human corrupted by darkness. And you with a soul—a miracle already.
Angel: But how?
Woman: Through Lorne.
Lorne: Huh?
Woman: The day Lorne sent Angel and human Darla into the trials to earn a new chance at life.
Angel: I failed.
Woman: No, you earned that life. And there it is. (points to Connor) All these events unfolded that I might reenter this physical plain. I know there's been chaos.
Wesley: All the events we've witnesses these past months, all the madness, it was birth pains.
Woman: But the storm has passed.
Lorne: And here comes the sun.
Angel: And Cordelia—will she wake up?
Woman: If we take hold of the world, strip away the thorns, win the battle—then, yes, I think she will.
Fred: How do we do that?
Woman: One evil at a time. Much damage has been done in my name. There are demons, forces of hate, all over this city.
Fred: We're going to destroy them.
Woman: We're going to change the world.
Angel: Finally.
(Bowling Alley – Night)
(A middle-aged balding vampire holds up a severed human head and throws it down a bowling lane as if it were his bowling ball. The head doesn't roll very well, and stops short of knocking over his pins.)
Vampire1: (sighs) Aw, that ain't gonna work.
Vampire2: Could've told you that. Clean up my lane, jackass. (pushes the other vampire down the lane)
Vampire1: (picks up the head, walks back to the front of the lane) "Let's go to L. A.," you said. "Sun's gone out," you said. "Going to be the feast of the century." But the sun is back, and here we are wasting our time...bowling.
Vampire2: I'm telling you, something big is coming, and when it gets here, we're gonna be in prime position for—
Angel: An ass whoppin'?
(Angel and gang are poised and ready to attack the two vampires and the group of other vampires with them at their lane. Angel, Gunn, Wesley, Connor, Fred and the woman are there. The men all engage the vampires in a fight, but Fred protects the woman, staying at her side through the fighting.)
Woman: (walks past the fighting men, talks to Fred) Sit with me.
Fred: Do you think we should?
Woman: I have nothing to fear. (they sit)
Fred: OK.
Woman: No, what're we going to call me?
Fred: You don't have a name!
Woman: No.
Fred: You should have a name.
Woman: Yes.
Fred: I don't know. I can't imagine one word, you know, summing you up. I mean, you're a superior being. Shouldn't you— Don't you want to choose it yourself?
Woman: No one born to this earth can choose their own name. They are named by those who love them. There are some rules even I must follow.
(While the woman and Fred chat, a vampire attacks the woman, slicing her arm with his fingernails. Angel grabs the vampire and pulls him off of the woman. Fred gasps at what’s happened.)
Fred: (nearly in tears) I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.
Woman: I'll be fine. You tried to caution me. I should have listened.
Angel: (chases the vampire down an alley, out of the back of the building) Hey! You hurt her, you scum!
(Outside Bowling Alley)
(Angel chases the vampire that attacked the woman out of the building, to a cafe at the side of the bowling alley. The vampire tries to jump over a table, but lands instead on top of the man sitting at that table, knocking him down and inadvertently cutting the man with his fingernails. Angel pulls the vampire off of the man. Connor followed Angel out.)
Connor: Dad! (throws Angel a stake)
(Angel stakes the vampire. The rest of Angel's team follows Angel and gathers outside. The cafe patrons stand, startled at the commotion.)
Man: Over there!
Angel: It's all right. It's over. You're safe now.
Woman: Wh— wha— (turns, sees woman) aw! (falls to her knees)
(Other patrons fall to their knees.)
Woman: Everyone, please, stand up. If you wish to honor me, honor each other. We are all one.
(Other patrons stand.)
Man: (to the woman) You're hurt.
Woman: (smiles) I'll be all right. Everything will be all right.
Margaret: All my life, so empty. That's over now, isn't it?
Woman: Yes, Margaret, it's over. I know you. I know you all. I've come here for you to bring you the gift of peace. You will be freed from the pains you've suffered. The world will change forever, and you will know the power of my love. The chaos will fade, and harmony will reign.
(The young guy that the vampire fell on and scratched grabs a knife from a nearby table and, in tears, stares at the woman.)
Guy: Monster. It has to die!
(The young man lunges at the woman and tries to attack her with the knife, but Angel interferes, pushing the man down and punching him repeatedly in vamp facade.)
Woman: (touches Angel's shoulder) Angel, that's enough. (Angel's vamp face recedes.)
Guy: (crying) Don't you see it? (shakes his head) No. (the woman reaches her hand toward the young man's face) Don't you touch me!
Woman: (lays her hand on his face) Poor thing. (to Wesley) Wesley.
Wesley: I'll call an ambulance. (walks away)
Woman: All of you, so loving, so strong. How can I ask you to understand that a man like this, so full of fear, anger, so along—he will always be alone, but we have found each other.
(The crowd members smile.)
(Hyperion – Lobby)
(Wesley and Gunn are sitting on the steps, polishing their weapons, talking to the woman.)
Gunn: What about... Helen?
Wesley: Helen.
Gunn: It's got a ring.
Wesley: Yes, it does. However, something along the lines of... Dianthia or Iphigenia.
Gunn: Those are some long lines.
Wesley: Or Aristophila, which means—
Woman: "Supreme lover of mankind." (smiles) That's lovely.
Gunn: Well, Helen was my grandma's name.
Woman: Helen is beautiful as well.
Wesley: All right. What about—
Fred: (os) Clorox.
(They look up to see Fred standing on the stairs holding the woman's shirt in her hands.)
Gunn: "Clorox, she bleaches away the hate."
Wesley: Probably best we avoid brand names.
Gunn: (nods) Mm-hmm.
Fred: No, I—I meant the shirt. (to the woman) know I can get this stain out.
Woman: It's not important, Fred.
Fred: No, it is. I can make it good as new again.
Woman: There's really no need. It's just a shirt.
Fred: But it's yours. And it was on you, on your holy bodiness. And it's my fault you were attacked.
Woman: (still holding a towel to her wounded arm, stands) Nonsense. There is no fault. It was a new and vivid experience. To be able to bleed, feel things, anything—even pain—is a gift. You people take your senses for granted.
Fred: Club soda. (runs out of the room)
Gunn: (chuckles) May as well let her do her thing.
Wesley: Yes, Fred can be quite single-minded when she is focused on a problem.
Gunn: Yeah.
Woman: You love her very much—both of you. Don't you see? You both have the same love. That should bring you closer together, not drive you apart.
Connor: (walks into the room carrying bandages) I'm sorry you were hurt.
Woman: Oh. (lifts the towel from her wounded arm) Ah. (sees her arm is completely healed)
Connor: But there was so much blood.
Woman: I heal quickly. It must be a benefit of being a former power, I guess. (smiles)
Connor: What was wrong with that man? Why did he want to hurt you?
Woman: I'm not sure. Some people can't accept change. It scares them, and that fear becomes hatred, and they take that hatred out on others... (looks toward the garden door) or sometimes on themselves.
(Garden)
(The woman walks outside to find Angel leaning against a railing, staring at the ground.)
Woman: That fragrance... It's lovely. What is it?
Angel: Must be the jasmine.
Woman: Oh, night blooming. So beautiful, so lonely...like you.
Angel: (looks up at her, then away) I shamed you.
Woman: No.
Angel: I did. I almost killed that man. I think I would have if…
Woman: Angel, you were only trying to protect me. There can be no shame in that.
Angel: I don't want to fail you again.
Woman: Then don't.
Angel: It's not that simple.
Woman: Why isn't it?
Angel: 'Cause...what I'm feeling.
Woman: You must let go of your anger towards that poor soul.
Angel: No, not anger...happiness. (woman smiles) I'm so happy that you're here.
Woman: And that's a problem?
Angel: For me, yes. (looks away) If I get too happy, if I allow myself to feel what I'm feeling, (nearly in tears) Angelus might—
Woman: I know. But soon none of that will matter. Evil will be banished by the deeds we will do, Angel. Even the evil that's inside of you. That too will be gone, and all that will be left is the beauty.
Angel: Eradicate all evil.
Woman: Yes.
Angel: Is that even possible? We've been fighting for so long. (shakes his head)
Woman: I know. I've seen it all. It's why I've come back. (tilts Angel's head up) You are my general. I have faith in you.
Angel: You... have faith in me?
Woman: (looks up to the patio where the others have gathered) I have faith in all my warriors, each and every one of you. You are all up to the task.
(As the woman continues to speak we see several different shots of other areas and the gang fighting different evils.)
Woman: (vo) You’re not alone anymore. I will be with you everywhere you go. I’ll be at your side… (Angel, Connor, Gunn, and Wesley fight some evil guys. While Fred continues trying to remove the stain from the woman’s shirt in a bathroom sink.)…guiding your hands…(Angel severs some creatures head.) …giving you strength. With my help…(Wesley throws a knife into a demons body.)…all things are possible. (Fred continues to scrub at the shirt even though her hands are becoming raw.) There will be no doubt…(Angel throws a stake to Connor who dusts a vampire.)…no worry, no fear, for you will know you cannot be beaten. (Angel, Connor, Wesley, and Gunn all fight some bad guys together.)
(Hyperion – Lobby)
(Angel, Connor, Wesley, and Gunn are watching the news on TV.)
Newscaster: (on television) After several weeks of sky-rocketing homicide rates, finally this week a dramatic decrease in southland murders. The Sheriff's Department spokesman attributes the drop to their new "Tough on Crime" policy instituted last month—
Angel: (turns off the television) Hm. A little "Credit for the Divinity Behind the Scenes" policy wouldn't suck. (smiles at the woman)
Woman: It's not important who gets the credit. What matters is that we're winning.
Wesley: If we keep going at this rate—
Gunn: L.A.'s gonna be one big, fat no-demon zone. Hello, Garden City.
Angel: (to the woman) You never doubted us. Not for a second.
Woman: There's no room for doubt, Angel. Only love.
(Lorne walks into the lobby.)
Connor: Hey, we made the news. Dramatic decrease in southland murders this week.
Lorne: Oh, hey, so much for that nagging apocalypse. (to the woman) Hey, uh, speaking of dramatic, I've got a smidge of surprise for you...upstairs.
Woman: Surprises. They're one of my favorite things about being human.
(Lorne chuckles. He and the woman leave as the others stare after them.)
Angel: Isn't she—
Connor: Yeah.
Gunn: A miracle.
Fred: (walks into the room) Well, I tried. (holds up a shirt) What do you think?
Wesley: It looks brand new.
Fred: (cries) It is. I—I bought a new one. (sits)
Wesley: Even better.
Fred: (crying) I know.
(Angel and Wesley go to Fred's side.)
Angel: What's the matter? She'll love it.
Fred: I know, but she's not here.
Gunn: She's just upstairs.
Fred: Yes, but, (holds the shirt to her chest) when she's not around, (sobs) I hurt.
(Room)
(Lorne opens the door to a huge suite that's been decorated and prepared for the woman.)
Woman: Oh, Lorne...
Lorne: It's, uh, it's too diva, isn't it? Diva, deity—it's a thin line.
Woman: It's lovely. There's that wonderful smell again— (walks up to a vase full of flowers) jasmine. Oh, really, Lorne. It's more than I could ask for.
Lorne: Oh, well, I'm as tickled as, uh, someone so tickled they're out of similes.
Woman: Thank you again, Lorne. (Lorne walks out of the room, but leaves the door open; Connor paces outside.) You're troubled. Come in, Connor. Tell me what's bothering you.
Connor: (enters the room) I— I can't.
Woman: Of course you can. You can tell me anything.
Connor: Cordelia used to say that to me. It's just—having you here, I finally know why I was created. For you—to help bring you here.
Woman: That and so much more.
Connor: But, I don't deserve—I shouldn't be so happy. I've done things. I betrayed my dad, hurt people...
Woman: I know... all of it. I've watched you—not just these past days—but all your life and before. Connor, you deserve all the happiness I can bring you.
Connor: (smiles slightly) Why me?
Woman: I needed a unique soul to help create me. Yours. Even before you were born, I chose you to be my father. And now we're going to transform the world.
Connor: But my father—he's the champion.
Woman: Everything has its season. It's your time, Connor. Your destiny.
(Fred walks into the room, holding the shirt and scrutinizing it.)
Fred: Hi, I know it's not the exact same shirt, but it's pretty close, and I scrubbed the other one 'til my fingers bled, but I couldn't get out the…(looks up at the woman and sees a horrifying vision of maggot-infested decaying bloody flesh where the woman's face should be) blood.
(Fred stares in horror at the disgusting face of the woman. Maggots crawl in and out of the bloody eye-sockets of the woman's rotting face. Fred is frozen with fear.)
Woman: Fred? Is something wrong?
Fred: (cries) I—I'm sorry.
Connor: I'll get her some water. (stands)
Fred: (gasps, puts her hands out to stop Connor from leaving the room) No, don't. I mean, I'll be fine.
(Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne walk down the hallway toward the woman's room.)
Gunn: Sounds like someone's—
(The guys walk into the woman's room.)
Lorne: What? What's all the booing and hooing, sweet pea?
Wesley: Fred, there's no reason to cry. She's right there.
Fred: (crying) I—I know. I just started thinking what it would be like if you weren't here, and I guess I kinda lost it.
Woman: I'm not going anywhere, Fred. You can trust in that.
Fred: (closes her eyes) I think I just... (backs herself toward the door) need some time alone to...you know, count my blessings 'cause there's so many, and it's good to, um, take stock. (leaves the room crying)
(Cordelia’s Room)
(Fred sits on the edge of the bed beside Cordelia's unconscious body.)
Fred: Cordelia, it's me. I'm here. Hello? Remember before the big brain suck and Lorne read you, and it was all scary, headachy pukiness? What if that's all true? Only worse, 'cause we don't even know to fight back, not even Angel. Cordelia, I wish you could—
Angel: (os) I know what you're thinking.
(Fred turns to see Angel standing in the doorway behind her.)
Fred: (stands) You do?
Angel: (walks into the room) Sometimes, when I look in her eyes, I've seen it too. It's overwhelming. The lies, the deceit...just melts away. (smiles) Nothing left but the beauty.
Fred: (looks away) Um...yeah, it's...incredible.
Angel: (walks up to Cordelia) I can't believe I almost... Seems like a lifetime ago.
Fred:(shakes her head) It's all so different from what we expected.
Angel: Big, hideous evil trying to end the world? (smiles) Nice to be wrong.
Fred: Yeah, and now that she's here, everything just... seems so easy.
Angel: I know. Feels like a dream.
Fred: Mm-hmm. But have you noticed how we all just kinda do what she says, don't ask questions?
Angel: Isn't it a relief? Constant questioning—it's finally over.
(Fred makes a nervous fake half-smile.)
(Hospital – Night)
(Fred goes up to the reception desk at the hospital and talks to the nurse sitting there.)
Fred: Um, hi. Um, yes. I'm looking for a patient—a man. He was brought in Thursday, named Stover.
Nurse: (looks at Fred) Are you a family member?
Fred: Am I—? Yes. I have a family. I'm a member. (nurse looks at Fred again) He's my brother. Father. My father's brother.
Nurse: (looking at the computer) I have a Stoller.
Fred: Half-brother. Uncle. Half-uncle. Stoller. That's it. Please, I—I need to know if he's all right.
Nurse: Dr. Keller treated him.
Fred: Is he still here?
Nurse: He was transferred to— (looks at the computer, surprised) Oh.
(Psychiatric Ward)
(Fred walks into the hall of one floor and up to the door labeled "Psychiatric Unit". It's locked with an electronic keypad. Fred looks inside and then hides near the door until someone comes out. Fred sneaks in through the doors before they lock again. She goes into the room of the young man from the cafe. He's lying on a bed in a dark back corner of the room.)
Fred: John? John Stoller?
John: (doesn't look toward Fred) Go away.
Fred: John, I have to ask you...Do you have a history of mental— What I mean to ask is, uh, have you been in this particular ward before?
John: You mean, am I crazy?
Fred: Well, were you before Thursday?
John: (tearfully) Leave me alone.
Fred: (walks slowly toward the man) I don't think you're crazy. I think I know what happened. I think I know what you saw because... I saw it too. The woman you attacked—
John: (shakes head) Not a woman.
Fred: Her face—it's horrible, isn't it? Decaying, blood, things living there.
John: (crying) You did see it?
Fred: Yes.
John: Did it touch you?
Fred: What?
(The young man turns his head to face Fred, revealing that the side that was in shadow has been transformed into a hideous demony color and texture. One half of his face—where the woman touched him—is now gray and wrinkly and bulging, covered with bumps. Even his eye is different now, a silvery black.)
John: (crying) Don't let it touch you.
Fred: (shocked) Sh-sh-she did that to you?
John: (tries to sit up) Untie me, please. I have to get out of here. I have to finish it.
Fred: Finish what?
John: She has to die. We have to kill it.
Fred: We? (nervously) No, I—I—uh, I mean, maybe, but, no...
John: You said you saw it.
Fred: I did.
John: You've been called too.
Fred: Called?
John: Called. To the mission.
Fred: Called. (shakes head) No, I... I don't get called. I'm not the called type. I, you know, take messages for my boss. He gets called. Called?
John: It's our duty. Others won't see. (shakes head)
Fred: You're wrong. If what we saw is true, there are people who will understand, who will help.
John: (sits up) You've been called.
Fred: No. Like I said, I— (Fred's cell phone rings) OK, that's just eerie. (takes out phone and looks at it) It's Angel. They're probably wondering where I am.
John: You have to do it.
Fred: (backs out of the room) I—I have to go. Thank you for your time. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
John: Don't trust her. Don't trust anyone!
(Hyperion – Garden – Night)
(Fred walks back to the hotel, but it's bustling with people. Two girls rush past her to get inside.)
Girl1: I've never seen you like this.
Girl2: I'm telling you, you have to meet her. Come on.
(Lobby)
(Fred walks into the lobby of the hotel, and it's full of people—hundreds. Lorne's having a conversation with some strangers.)
Lorne: We are just excited head over teakettle about this entire event. I-I just can't even believe— (sees Fred) Hey, hey, hey, pumpkin. Where've you been?
Fred: Out. (looks around at all the people) What happened?
Lorne: Oh, she went out for a walk—it was like A Hard Day's Night—everybody followed her back. Isn't it fabulous. (points to someone else) Oh, hey, hey, hey. (to Fred) Excuse me, darling.
Wesley: (to strangers) Can you believe this? (Fred comes up to him) What is it?
Fred: I need you. (pulls Wesley aside) If I told you something—you know, that maybe you didn't want to know even—you'd trust me, right?
Wesley: Of course.
Fred: I...went to see that man from the restaurant. The one who—
Wesley: The attacker? Why?
Fred: That's what I wanted to know—why he would do that. Wesley, he saw something. We both s-saw something. I needed to know if it was the same something.
Wesley: And?
Fred: It was. Wesley, I know you're going to find this hard to accept, but—
(Gunn looks down and watches Wesley and Fred converse.)
Wesley: Rotting flesh? Really?
Fred: You don't believe me.
Wesley: If you say you saw it, I believe you.
Fred: (smiles, relieved) He told me not to tell anyone, but I-I knew if I came to you—
Wesley: You did the right thing.
(The woman walks into the room on the balcony. The crowd cheers.)
Fred: You'll help me?
Wesley: Of course I'll help you. Wait here. (walks away)
(Fred watches Wesley walk up to Gunn and tell him something. They both stare at her. Wesley continues up the stairs and whispers to Angel, Connor, and the woman. Gunn whispers something to Lorne. Fred watches all this from the lobby floor. She backs herself slowly toward the weapons cabinet and opens it while the others talk about her—she grabs a dagger and a crossbow. Connor and Angel look at her and see Fred arming herself. Fred points the crossbow at the woman, who is flanked by Angel and Connor.)
Fred: I'm sorry. (pulls the crossbow trigger)
(Fred shoots the crossbow at the woman, but Angel jumps in front of her, taking the arrow in his shoulder. Connor jumps down after Angel, both landing on the lobby floor. Connor pulls the arrow out of Angel's shoulder and helps him stand. Wesley rushes downstairs.)
Lorne: (walks up to Fred) Fred! Are you crazy? What— I mean— (Fred grabs Lorne and puts the dagger to his throat.) Fred!
Fred: (to Angel, Connor, and Wesley) Don't come near me!
Angel: Put down the knife, Fred.
Fred: I'll kill him!
Gunn: You don't know what you're doing.
Fred: (yells) I'll kill him, Charles!
Lorne: (to Fred) Easy, kiddo, huh?
Woman: There's nowhere you can go, Fred. My love will follow you everywhere.
(Fred pushes Lorne forward into the others and rushes out the front door.)
Lorne: (angry) Hey!
(Angel and the others start to follow Fred, but the woman stops them.)
Woman: Let her go. Now is not the time. We are all gathered here in peace. Let's not let her take that away from us.
(Jeep – Dawn)
(Fred drives the jeep down the road all night. Finally, when day breaks, she pulls over to the side of the road, stops the car and sobs.)
(Hyperion – Night)
(Everyone stands around discussing Fred.)
Wesley: I can't believe Fred's evil.
Gunn: Should've seen it coming.
Lorne: Nothing like a homicidal maniac to put a damper on an impromptu spiritual gathering. (shakes his head)
Woman: What they saw tonight—it's not what I would have wanted, but now they all understand the reality of what hatred can do to a person.
Angel: (walks into the lobby with a bouquet of jasmine) The reality is...we need to find Fred.
Woman: (takes bouquet) Thank you, Angel. The scent—it soothes me.
Angel: We leave now. Connor and I can probably still track her.
(Connor and Angel walk toward the door.)
Woman: I know you're all in pain. You trusted Fred, and she betrayed you.
Gunn: (stands) Forget us. She tried to kill you.
Woman: And the sadness that brings me is immeasurable.
Lorne: I should've just let her cut my head off. My species—decapitation loophole.
Connor: Still might've stabbed you, let you bleed to death.
Angel: (paces) Why didn't I see it?
Woman: Angel, none of us did. You can't blame yourself.
Angel: (sits) She was acting weird earlier, and I just thought it was Fred being Fred.
Wesley: That man at the hospital—I'm still shocked she would go to see him.
Gunn: Once he had her there, (shrugs) must've monkeyed with her brain somehow.
Connor: Maybe he made her do it, (shrugs) with magic or something.
Woman: I doubt even Fred understands why she's so determined to destroy everything we're trying to create, which makes her even more dangerous.
Angel: We have to kill her. (everyone sighs at the thought) There's no other way.
Wesley: As long as she's out there, she's a threat.
Woman: It may come to that. But first, we have to try to help her. Get to the root of the hatred that's infected her heart.
Angel: The only way to do that is to bring her home. (stands) Let's go.
Woman: No. We'll find Fred, but not tonight. Tomorrow will be easier than today. We'll have eyes everywhere.
(Diner – Day)
(A man hands a plate of two eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns to a woman sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee. It's Fred.)
Cook: Here you go. Looks like you just lost your best friend.
Fred: All of them. I never thought—
Cook: Yeah, well, that's life in the big city. (hands her a bill)
TV Host: Welcome back. Chef Arnold Michske will join us later, but right now, we have the most amazing surprise. Please join me in welcoming a very special visitor: Jasmine!
Woman/Jasmine: Good morning, Los Angeles. (Fred looks up at the TV when she hears the woman's voice; the woman, Jasmine, is wearing a sprig of jasmine flowers in her hair.) Thank you for inviting me. This is a special day.
(Fred stares at the diner's corner television in shock.)
TV Host: We want to know everything about you. Start at the beginning.
(People are coming in off the streets to watch Jasmine on the TV. The people kneel, mesmerized by Jasmine's voice. Fred turns and stare at them in disbelief.)
Jasmine: Trish, in the beginning, before the time of man, great beings walked the Earth. Untold power emanated from all quarters—the seeds of what would come to be known as good and evil. Yet there was a balance. But the shadow stretched...
(While Jasmine speaks on television, Fred stands and walks out of the diner, onto the sidewalk—it's empty. The streets are empty too, save for one man that Fred passes. That man glances into the diner window and sees Jasmine on the TV and he falls to his knees.)
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