Smile Time
<(Apartment Day)
(The television set is on, and a children's TV show called "Smile Time" starts playing. The set has a blue doghouse and a tree house with a ladder leading to it. A very simplistic song starts playing, and the puppets appear. There's a brown dog puppet in the doghouse and two children puppets in the tree house. The boy puppet has red hair and wears overalls and a baseball cap backwards on his head. The girl puppet has brown hair in pigtails on her head, fastened with daisy barrettes.)
Puppets: (singing on TV) In our secret backyard we can make your day more fun and less hard (the children and dog stand together) no more frowning, let's get learning ABC's and 123's everything from words to weather.
(Pan over to show there's a young boy sitting in his pajamas on the couch watching the television. The boy has a thermometer in his mouth.)
Puppet Dog: (singing in a gravelly voice on TV) We'll discover them together. Woof!
Puppets: (singing on TV) Time to strap your thinking cap on thinking things are going to happen...
Woman: (on the phone, pacing nearby) Because he's still sick, Ma. He can't keep anything down. (takes thermometer from the boy's mouth, stands between him and the TV) Yeah, and he's running a temperature. (the boy tries to look around his mom so he can see the TV) Well, what am I supposed to do? My shift starts in half an hour. Yes.
Puppets: (singing together, in a hug with a large formless purple puppet with a musical horn where his nose and mouth should be) Every day's a new beginning all your friends are here and grinning 'cause it's smile time.
Woman: No, Ma, I can't. (pacing, wanders away from the TV and Tommy)
Puppets: That's right! You're on smile time. (they repeat the song from the beginning)
(The boy puppet separates from the singing group; comes up to the TV screen, pressing both hands to it and watching the mother leave.)
Puppet Boy: Oh, good. She's gone. OK, Tommy, you know what to do. (shakes his head) Tommy, you should never break a promise. You don't wanna be a bad apple, do you? Come on. You know smile time isn't free. (angrily now) Now get over here and touch it. (Tommy stands and walks toward the TV) That's it, Tommy. Come on. Touch it! (when Tommy puts both his hands on the TV screen, the puppet starts moaning with pleasure) Ohh! Ohh... that's it. (pan up to show Tommy's face is paler, and he has dark circles under his eyes) Oh, yeah. Good boy, Tommy. (Tommy's eyes roll back in his head) Oh...ohhh...
(Tommy collapses and falls to the ground. When the mother starts walking back toward the TV room, the puppet boy sees her and gasps. He heads back to join the singing group again.)
Woman: (getting ready to go) OK, Tommy, grandma's gonna be here in a few hours. Listen, I don't want you watching that crap all day long... (looks up at the boy and stops in her tracks)
(Tommy is lying on the floor where he collapsed, only his face is frozen in a creepy smile. Meanwhile, the puppets are still singing in the background on television.)
Puppets: (singing) 'cause it's Smile Time. That's right! You're on Smile Time!
(W&H – Science Lab)
(Fred is looking into a microscope in the lab when Knox walks out of her office carrying papers.)
Knox: (hands the files to Fred) Courier brought this in. Looks medical.
Fred: Oh, right. Good. (flips through the papers)
Knox: So, what do you got?
Fred: (reading the reports) Mini epidemic here in L.A. 11 children between the ages of 5 and 8 hospitalized due to collapse over the last 3 weeks. None of them have woken up. I'm working under the assumption that this thing is mystical in nature.
Knox: Oh, why's that?
(Fred takes a picture from the report and shows it to Knox. The picture shows a child in the same position as Tommy—his hands are up beside his face, which is frozen in an eerie smile.)
Knox: Right. Could be the Joker. (Fred glares at him disapprovingly.) From the comic books? Just trying to think outside the box. (Fred looks back at the papers to see a greeting card has been slipped into the stack. She takes it out to read it. The front, edged with pink and red hearts, depicts a monkey holding a heart and reads "I don't wanna monkey with your heart." She opens it. The inside reads "Happy Valentine's Day" in red letters.) I know Valentine's was last week, but, um... (Fred looks at him hesitantly.) I didn't take the discount on the card.
Fred: (smiles politely) Thanks. Um... (uncomfortably) We talked about this.
Knox: (sheepishly) I was thinking maybe we could talk about it again.
(Fred sighs and shakes her head. She hands him the card back as well as some vials of blood.)
Fred: I'm sorry, Knox, but you have work to do.
Knox: (looks at her, backs away slowly, nods) I do.
(Lobby – Evening)
(The elevator doors open, and Nina (the werewolf from "Unleashed") steps out. She's wearing a fashionable low-cut ensemble with a pretty necklace and a black blazer. She looks around the lobby expectantly. A demon wearing a suit walks by her talking on a cell phone. Angel walks down the stairs toward the lobby while reading a file, when Nina spots him.)
Nina: Um... hey!
Angel: Hey. Back for the Wolfram & Hart Bed-and-Breakfast?
Nina: (smiles) Full moon cycle starts tonight, in... (checks her watch) 38 minutes, actually. Had a little snag getting out of the house.
Angel: (signing a document a legal aide handed him) Haven't told your sister yet, huh?
Nina: It's not the sort of thing that's easy to jump to in conversation. "Oh, by the way, Jill, I've been a werewolf for 4 months." (Angel hands off the documents he was signing and walks toward his office; Nina follows) I told her I was going camping in the desert again. She's starting to worry I've turned into some new agey, moon-worshipping Wicca person.
Angel: Might be relieved to find out that you're just a werewolf.
(Nina chuckles.)
Harmony: (as Angel and Nina pass the receptionist's desk) Hey, there, Nina. We've got your suite ready.
Angel: (puts his arm around Nina, touching her shoulder) It's OK, Harmony. I'll take her.
Nina: (turns to Harmony smiling, waves and whispers) Bye!
Gunn: Harmony, did you get a receipt from the county clerk on that filing I did for the Wayburn case?
Harmony: (smiles, points, nods) Oh! Yeah. Clerk's office called, said you filed the wrong papers.
Gunn: What?
Harmony: Yeah. (looks at her notepad) Um, you sent them a motion for change of venue instead of a motion to dismiss. Unless you meant to do that. Some kind of tricky lawyer maneuvering you're trying to pull. That it?
Gunn: Yeah. Keep 'em on their toes.
(He walks away looking worried.)
(Basement)
(Angel opens the door to the basement room. Inside, there's a cage with metal bars.)
Angel: Seems like you're getting used to the routine, though.
Nina: Yeah. (walks into the cage) In a weird way, I'm starting to like it. These stay-overs, I mean. Not the going all hairy part, but... I don't know, coming here. There's always something interesting going on. (looks away coyly) And getting to see you, (looks into Angel's eyes) I look forward to that—you... all month, actually.
Angel: (stuttering uncomfortably) Uh-huh. Um... I should probably close the cage. (closes the cage door)
Nina: (laughs nervously) What?
Angel: Insurance thing.
Nina: Oh, right.
Angel: OK, um... Bye. (hurries toward the door)
Nina: (quickly tries to get this sentence out before Angel walks out the door) Anyway, I was thinking... I mean... What are you doing for breakfast tomorrow?
Angel: (stares, frozen in place for a moment) Oh, you know— (chuckles) Drinking blood.
Nina: (nods, embarrassed) Right, yeah.
Angel: Uh, see ya. (shuts the door)
(Nina sighs.)
(Wesley’s Office – Night)
(Angel is talking to Wesley in Wes's office while Wes looks over some papers on his desk.)
Angel: (not facing Wesley, uptight, concerned) She asked me to breakfast.
Wesley: Breakfast. (nods, looks up from his papers) Right. How did you respond? (looks back over his papers)
Angel: Well... of course, I—ahem— ignored it completely, changed the subject, and locked her in a cage. (paces, turns toward Wes)
Wesley: (looks up from his papers) Sorry. What?
Angel: Wes, it wasn't just breakfast. You know, it was, uh... breakfast. (rambling) I mean, here we had this very good, very platonic thing going on, and then all of a sudden, out of the blue—
Wesley: Are you blind? (Angel stares back blankly.) Angel, there are things called signals. (Angel shifts uncomfortably in his shoes.) Odorless, yes. Invisible, certainly, but unmistakable, like the ones she's been casting your way for months.
Angel: (shakes his head) No. I would have noticed—
Wesley: This isn't just from me. (Angel rolls his eyes.) This comes from people who know. This comes from the ladies.
Angel: (raises his eyebrows in disbelief) The ladies?
Wesley: Fred, Harmony... the girls in transcription. (Angel frowns) As Harmony put it, "Why else would a chick who's coming to spend 3 nights in a jail cell dress like it's her first date?"
Angel: (stares at Wes in panic) Oh, God. (Wes stares back with a knowing smile) The ladies are right. (sits in a chair) Nina's down there right now, turning into a werewolf and liking me. I don't—can't— I have no time for that kind of— I have no right. I mean, look, we all know what happens if—
Wesley: (shakes his head) If what? If you achieve a moment of perfect happiness?
Angel: I turn back into Angelus, and we don't want that. (Wesley scoffs) What?
Wesley: 99.999-ad infinitum percent of the best relationships in the recorded history of the world have had to make do with acceptable happiness.
Angel: Look, Wes—
Wesley: (stands, throws his hands up, paces) Hiding behind your gypsy curse when there's a beautiful, engaging—all right, occasionally hirsute—young woman who actually wants you?
Angel: Wes, it's not gonna happen.
Wesley: Why?
Angel: (stands, emphatic) Because I'm not that guy. That guy is charming and funny and... emotionally useful. I'm the guy in a dark corner with the blood habit and the 200 years of psychic baggage.
Wesley: Get over it!
Angel: Why are you yelling at me?
Wesley: Because! (softer) Angel... if there's a woman out there... who you find truly attractive, who you think about, let's say, most of the time, who represents even part of what you think makes the world worth fighting for and who doesn't view you as an entirely sexless shoulder to lean on...you have to do something about it.
Angel: Who are we talking about here?
Wesley: (looks down, the looks over Angel's shoulder toward the door) Fred.
Fred: (walks into the office holding a stack of files) Hey, guys. I—I think I have a case.
Angel & Wesley: (simultaneously with relief) Thank God!
Fred: (hands the files to Angel) Children's epidemic. 7 kids, comatose, each with a semi-rictus of the facial muscles. I haven't been able to isolate a causative agent.
Wesley: You think it's mystical.
Fred: Well, I've been down the strictly physiological route, number-crunched all the victims' charts, even had our hospital contacts send over blood samples. I've pulled all their plasma apart. No indicators on the cellular or subcellular levels.
Angel: (flipping through the files) TV.
Fred: (turns to Angel) What?
Angel: Parents said all the kids collapsed between 7:00 and... looks like 7:30 A.M. And all of them in front of the TV.
Fred: Huh. That could be something, but I'd still like to get a handle on the pathology.
Angel: Good. I'll—I'll follow up on this lead. (over-enthusiastically) I'll need to clear my schedule. These kids need help. (walks out)
Fred: Wow. (turns to face Wesley) He really jumped on that one.
Wesley: (nods) Yes, he is a bit jumpy. (walks back to stand behind his desk) He's realized Nina has feelings for him.
Fred: (grins) Well, took long enough.
Wesley: He can be rather dense.
Fred: Um... (smiles, walks up to Wes) by the way, my car is in the shop again, and I was thinking...
Wesley: Of course. (picks up the phone)
Fred: (smiling flirtily, trying to finish her thought) Maybe you and I, we could...
Wesley: (holds up his hand to stop Fred)(to the phone) Yes, Ms. Burkle needs a driver to take her home tonight. (Fred looks deflated)(to the phone) That's right. 511 Windward Circle.
(Fred shrugs and bites her lip.)
(Angel’s Office)
(Lorne's sitting on the edge of Angel's desk while Angel reviews papers.)
Lorne: Oh, the signals are there, jefe, loud and clear. Nina definitely wants a piece of Angel cake.
Angel: (rubs his forehead) Lorne? Can we get back to the job?
Lorne: (leafing through papers) Your wish, dreamboat, my command. I know most of the show runners in town, and none of them are really up to this sort of big-league, sinister... (stops abruptly) Hey... (chuckles) 7:00 to 7:30?
Angel: (looks up) Yeah.
Lorne: Well, that'd be funny... you know, if it wasn't.
Angel: What? Angel:
Lorne: Real popular kids' show in the So-Cal regional market. It's in the right time slot. It's in the right demographic.
Angel: What's it called?
Lorne: (holds up the picture of the kid frozen in an eerie smile for Angel to see) "Smile Time".
(Television Studio – Hallway)
(On the set of KTCE, in a section marked "Closed Set. Absolutely NO VISITORS", Angel walks down the empty office hallway at night. He hears a squeaking noise, and a janitor pushes a wheeled trashcan around the corner. Angel doesn't move, and the janitor walks toward him without noticing him. Angel waves his hand in front of the man's face, but still no reaction. The janitor walks on past Angel.)
(Office)
(Angel walks into the "Smile Time" offices. The room is decorated with the show's logo of a smiling sunshine, plus cardboard cutouts of the puppets are placed around the room. Angel investigates a throbbing rumble coming from somewhere nearby. He looks around the room, following the noise until he sees a rattling file cabinet on one wall. He moves the cabinet out a bit, revealing a hole has been cut in the wall behind it. The rumbling noise is louder now, and Angel walks through the hole into the secret hall beyond it.)
(Hidden Room)
(Angel flips on a buzzing light overhead, revealing a set of doors at the end of the hall labeled simply "Don't". The rumbling grows louder as Angel approaches the padlocked doors. He pulls the padlock off with ease, opens the doors, and walks into the hidden room. At the far end of the room, a man is sitting, hunched over resting his elbows on his knees wearing a towel over his head. The man is sitting underneath a large, metallic, egg-shaped, glowing thing. Angel walks up to the man, but the man doesn't get up or remove the towel from his head. Suddenly, the man's hands start twitching, and the man struggles to speak.)
Man: (weakly) You shouldn't... be here.
(The rumbling sound gets louder and louder. Pan up to the large metal oval above the man. The oval slits open along its bottom curve, forming a bright, glowing smile-shaped opening. When the "smile" is fully formed, a jolt of power thrusts Angel across the room. He lands in some boxes that were stacked against the wall, and he gets covered by them. The metal oval object stops smiling, and the rumbling noise goes back to a dull roar. The boxes that covered Angel move a bit, and a puppet's hand reaches out from them. The puppet pulls itself up to reveal that it looks a lot like Angel (black hair that sticks straight up, wearing a black leather duster and the same outfit Angel was wearing before). The puppet Angel looks at his hands, confused.)
Puppet Angel: Huh?
(W&H – Science Lab – Day)
(Fred is working at her desk in front of the computer when her phone rings. She answers it on speakerphone.)
Fred: Practical science.
Angel: (on phone) Uh, Fred...
Fred: Oh, hi, Angel. Listen, about the epidemic, it might not be mystical after all.
Angel: (on phone) Do you think you could—
Fred: (interrupting) Knox found a systematic endocrine dysfunction common with all the children similar to the effects of an obscure rain-forest pathogen—
Angel: (on phone) Fred...
Fred: (continues to talk over Angel) ...So I put a call in to the C.D.C., And—
Angel: (on phone) (shouting) Fred! (Fred stops talking, and Angel speaks in a softer voice, but still irritated.) Believe me, it's mystical.
(Angel’s Office)
(Fred pokes her head into Angel's office. Angel is sitting in his chair, facing his back wall where he can't be seen from the doorway.)
Fred: Angel? You all right?
(She walks into the office, followed by Gunn and Wesley.)
Gunn: You sounded weird on the phone.
Wesley: Yes. Is there a problem?
Puppet Angel: Oh, there's a problem.
(He turns around in his office chair so that the gang can see him in puppet form.)
Gunn: (steps back) Whoa.
Wesley: (looking carefully) Angel? Is that...you?
Fred: Oh, my God! (rushes to Angel's side) Angel, you're... (shrugs and smiles) cute!
Puppet Angel: (turns away, holds his hand up) Fred, don't.
Fred: (bends over to inspect Angel's new form excitedly) Oh, but the little hands! And the hair... (scratches his head)
Puppet Angel: (snaps) Hey! You're fired. (Fred frowns)
Lorne: (walks into the office) Sorry I am late, gang. (looks at Angel, chuckles) What's with the big... puppet?
(Angel looks at his hands.)
Wesley: Angel, what happened?
Puppet Angel: I'm not sure. I went over to Smile Time last night, and I think their office is under some kind of spell. I could feel it trying to get at me. I—I shook it off, but then I met this guy with a towel over his head, and something exploded! I woke up like this. Ugh.
Wesley: (everyone shifts uncomfortably) Clearly some sort of hex... or a—a powerful warding magic.
Lorne: (shrugs) Maybe it's some type of puppet cancer.
Puppet Angel: (through gritted teeth) I do not have puppet cancer! Come on, guys. This is a serious situation. I'm a puppet, and there are children's lives at... (gasps as he glances at the clock) Hey, it's Smile Time! (He hurries out of his chair toward the television set; tries to turn on the TV via remote control.) Hmm... (grumbles as he fumbles with the buttons; beats the remote on the table petulantly) Stupid plastic piece of crap! (panting, notices everyone's staring at him) What?
Lorne: Well, Angel, it's OK.
(Lorne takes the remote from Angel, turns on the TV program.)
Wesley: This transformation may have altered your stress-response mechanism.
Puppet Angel: What?
Gunn: He's saying that you have the proportionate excitability of a puppet your size.
Puppet Dog: (on TV) Oh, hey there.
Puppet Boy: (on TV) Hi.
Puppet Dog: (on TV) Aw. Looks like Polo has a case of the grumpies.
Puppet Girl: (on TV) Yeah, he sure does, Groofus. That mean old Mr. Fish-and-Chips said that Polo won't win the race tomorrow, no matter how hard he tries.
Puppet Boy/Polo: (on TV) Uh-huh, and I feel just awful. Well, what if Mr. Fish-and-Chips is right?
(The purple puppet on the TV makes a "toot toot" sound like a squeaky toy.)
Fred: (picks up the phone) Tracy, record the program that's running on channel 12 right now. Use everything. I'm gonna need a full-spectrum analysis.
(As Angel watches the puppets on TV, he grows increasingly angrier, grunting and making fists.)
Puppets: (singing on TV) Self-esteem is for everybody. Self-esteem is for everyone. You can dream and be anybody. But self-esteem is how you get it done. Self-esteem is how you get it...
Puppet Angel: (angrily) Wes, put the special ops team on red alert.
Wesley: (calmly questioning) Red alert?
Puppet Angel: I want helicopters and tear gas.
Gunn: Angel—
Puppet Angel: This is war!
Lorne: Angel, baby... Muppet, pumpkin, uh, this show is number one in its time slot. Tykes love it all across the Southland. We can't just toss a Jihad at their studio.
Puppet Angel: (calmer now) Oh. Right. Lorne, who runs "Smile Time"?
Lorne: Oh, that's Gregor Framkin. Yeah, real rags to riches. Started out in a garage with a couple of used couches and a glue gun. He turned it into a puppet gold mine.
Puppet Angel: Yeah, great. You and Gunn go over there and meet with Framkin. Put some pressure on him, see if he cracks. Let him know we're onto him. Fred, Wes, I need you to figure out what Framkin did to those kids... (frowns as he looks at his body) and what he's done to me.
Wesley: Absolutely.
(Everyone turns to leave Angel's office.)
Puppet Angel: (sighs, calls after the others) Oh. Uh, guys? This, uh, condition of mine? It's classified until further notice, OK? (rubs his forehead; looks at the TV program again)
Puppets: (singing on TV) We have ev-ery, everything we need. Self-esteem is for everybody. Self-esteem is for everyone. You can dream and be anybody. But self-esteem is how you get it done...
(Angel walks back toward his desk, sighing heavily, when someone starts to open his door.)
Nina: Angel? (Angel gasps in fright, turns off the TV, throws the remote into the air as he takes a flying leap toward his desk, landing under his chair, and scrambling to hide under his desk. Nina opens the door fully and walks in.) Angel?
Puppet Angel: (as he tries to hide under his desk, he makes a noise) Damn it!
Nina: (hearing the noise, approaches the desk hesitantly) You— Are you under your desk?
Puppet Angel: No. I— (hangs his head) Yes. So was there something...
Nina: Well, I can see you're... busy. Listen, what I put out there last night... I don't know, if it was a problem, please—
Puppet Angel: Nope. No problem.
Nina: Um... is there a reason why you won't look at me?
Puppet Angel: 'Cause I'm under my desk.
Nina: Angel—
Puppet Angel: Nina, would you mind getting out of here?
Nina: All right. Sorry... I guess. (turns, walks out of the office)
(Puppet Angel groans and climbs out from under his desk to sit in his chair.)
Puppet Angel: What a nightmare...
Spike: (barges into the office) Hello, big guy! Need another car. Afraid this last one ended up in the drink... (stops in mid-thought when he sees puppet Angel sitting at the desk)
Puppet Angel: (anxiously) Spike...
Spike: (staring) Look at you.
Puppet Angel: (gesturing with his hands) Just turn around and walk away.
Spike: (still staring) You're a—
Puppet Angel: Spike!
Spike: (starts laughing uncontrollably) You're a bloody puppet!
(Angel launches from his chair at Spike, knocking them through the office windows and into the lobby.)
(Lobby)
(Angel attacks Spike, wringing his neck. They fight, rolling around on the floor, while Spike can't stop laughing at him.)
Spike: (laughs) You're a wee, little puppet man! (Angel punches Spike in the face) Ow! (laughs; Angel punches Spike in the face harder) Ow! Hey! That's enough. (He pushes Puppet Angel off of him, throwing him high into the air. Puppet Angel lands on his feet glaring at Spike.) Angel, what the hell happened to you? (gets to his feet) You look ridiculous.
Puppet Angel: Get out of here, Spike.
Harmony: Oh, my God. Angel, you're a—
Puppet Angel: (points at Harmony) Shut up! (looks around the lobby, realizes everyone's staring at him) What are you people looking at? Well? (the employees back off, frightened)
Spike: (turns, smirks) They're looking at the wee, little puppet man.
(Puppet Angel growls and leaps toward Spike again, biting his forearm this time. Spike groans in pain, trying to wriggle his arm free of Angel's grip. Spike bashes Angel into the wall near the elevator, but Angel holds on tightly to Spike's forearm. Spike steps back as he tries in vain to writhe free of Angel's grip, and they stumble into the elevator. They're still wrestling as the elevator doors close on them.)
Puppet Angel: (heard from inside the elevator) Stupid limey piece of crap! (A thud is heard, then the elevator doors open revealing Spike collapsed on the floor. Puppet Angel walks off the elevator and addresses the crowd of employees that gathered around the elevator.) Yes, I'm a puppet. Doesn't mean you don't have work to do. (the crowd disperses; Spike stands and watches Angel walk back to his office) Harmony, get my call list.
Harmony: (watches Angel, confused) Um...
(Spike walks toward Harmony's desk.)
Puppet Angel: And Spike needs a car.
Spike: (to Harmony) You heard the puppet.
(Television Studio – Office)
(A woman escorts Gunn and Lorne into Framkin's office at the television studios. Framkin is wearing magnifying goggles and is bent over his workbench with a glue-gun creating puppets.)
Gunn: Mr. Framkin?
Framkin: (looks up, smiles) Hi there. (takes his goggles off) Ah... excuse me for not getting up. Bit glued in at the moment. (chuckles)
Gunn: Mr. Framkin, we've been tracking an epidemic that's affecting a great many—
Framkin: Cocoa?
Gunn: What?
Framkin: I could have some cocoa brought in. Extra yummy. Got those itty-bitty marshmallows?
Lorne: Ooh, those are good. (sees Gunn's not laughing, changes his tone to threatening) Listen, Santa, you can keep your tempting beverages to yourself. We're here from—
Framkin: Wolfram & Hart. Yes. I've heard of it. And of you. (Lorne smiles) Made quite an impression in our little industry. So much accomplishment despite your unfortunate deformities.
Lorne: (frowns, offended) Deformi-whats?
Framkin: We have a song here at smile time that reminds me of your courage and pluck. It's called, uh, "Courage and Pluck." Goes a little like this: (singing) Oh, courage and pluck courage and pluck—
Gunn: OK, Framkin, enough. We're onto you, understand? We're gonna shut you down.
Framkin: Oh, my. On what grounds?
Gunn: Well, for starters, violations of the provisions of section 5— (stutters) 5... 6-8-C... set forth in chapter 15 of the children's... (frustrated) TV thing! You turned my boss into a frickin' puppet!
Framkin: (calmly) I disagree.
Gunn: Yeah, but— you—you what?
Framkin: And if your intent is to pressure me, extort money, do any of the things your firm is famous for, well, I'm afraid you're in for a fight.
Lorne: Yeah? Well, a fight suits us just fine, Papa Smurf. We're gonna let the entire world know what you're up to.
Framkin: Up to? Gentlemen, I bring joy and laughter to children. You bring tax exemptions to nasty corporations, acquittals to the clearly guilty. Frankly, I doubt the world wants to hear from you.
Gunn: Come on, Lorne. We're through talking to this hump of garbage. (walks toward the door)
Framkin: (wags his finger disapprovingly) Uhp, no name-calling at smile time.
Lorne: (looks at Framkin on his way out the door) Bad person!
(Lorne and Gunn exit.)
Framkin: (waves) Bye-bye now.
(He begins singing the "Smile Time" melody.)
(Pan over to show Framkin's lower back has a hole in it. The puppet "Polo" has his hand in Framkin's back. When Polo pulls his hand out of Framkin's back with a slurping sound, Framkin collapses on the desk. Polo picks up the phone and dials it.)
Polo Puppet: (to the phone) Get everybody in here. We got a problem.
(Time Lapse)
(Polo, who's got a cigarette tucked behind his left ear, pours whiskey from a Jack Daniels flask into his "Smile Time" logo coffee mug.)
Polo Puppet: OK. Which one of you short-bus bastards turned the C.E.O. of Wolfram & Hart into a puppet?
Groofus Puppet: Uh...
Girl Puppet: Well...
(The purple puppet throws up his hands and toots.)
Polo Puppet: What do you mean, "it wasn't us"?
(The purple puppet throws up his hands and “toot, toot, toot”.)
Groofus Puppet: Ratio's right, man. This Angel cat must've been the dude that broke into the "Don't" room last night.
(Ratio Puppet throws up his hands and toots.)
Groofus Puppet: That's what I'm sayin'. He messed with the nest egg.
Polo Puppet: Stupid jackass! Might as well walk into a nuclear reactor and lick the core! I mean, anything could've happened to him! To us, to... (pounds his fist on the desk) You just don't mess around with the nest egg!
Girl Puppet: Well, maybe we should take the spell off a couple of our workers you know, so they could actually see an intruder?
Groofus Puppet: Yeah. Damn zombies can't even work a camera!
Polo Puppet: Doesn't matter. The nest egg's already got enough power in it to keep our cloaking spells up and running, make our connections with the kiddies, even turn this Angel guy into a puppet.
Girl Puppet: Which is definitely gonna bite us in the ass.
Polo Puppet: Then we make sure our ass ain't there to bite.
Girl Puppet: Wha?
Polo Puppet: Ratio has perfected our little system.
(Ratio Puppet throws up his hands and toots.)
Polo Puppet: Tomorrow we go on the air, and instead of draining one brat's life force at a time, we can take our whole demographic in one fell swoop.
(Girl Puppet gasps. Ratio toots.)
Groofus Puppet: Yeah! So tomorrow's gonna be a pretty big show, huh?
Polo Puppet: The biggest.
Groofus Puppet: Cool. 'Cause I've been workin' on this great new song about the difference between analogy and metaphor? (Polo throws his coffee mug at Groofus, hitting him in the head.) Man!
Polo Puppet: Are you out of your mind?!
Groofus Puppet: Well, we want it to be good, don't we?
Polo Puppet: We eat babies' lives!
Groofus Puppet: And uphold a certain standard of quality edu-tainment.
Polo Puppet: (pounds his fist on the desk) Screw edu-tainment! The life force we're pulling out of these snotnose kids is 100% pure innocence, dickwad! You have any idea of the street value that carries down in hell?
(Ratio throws up his hands and toots.)
Polo Puppet: Damn right we're gonna be rich. Enough to build our very own Hades.
Groofus Puppet: Well, I gotta admit I like the sound of that.
Girl Puppet: (nods) Mm-hmm.
Polo Puppet: After tomorrow's harvest, we're gonna torch this craphole and blow town before the rafters fall.
Framkin: (weakly) Please, let me...
Polo Puppet: (thwacks Framkin on the arm) Someone say you could join in?
Framkin: Let me die...
Girl Puppet: Oh! (laughs)
Polo Puppet: Are you sayin' you wanna talk to the hand? Oh, I think he does. Come on, fat boy. Why don't you talk to the hand! (shoves his hand into the puppet hole in Framkin's lower back)
Framkin: (sits upright, gasps in agony) Aah!
(All laugh.)
Groofus Puppet: Make him swallow his tongue again!
Girl Puppet: That was a good one!
Groofus Puppet: Yeah!
(The puppets all laugh while Polo tortures Framkin.)
(W&H – Basement – Evening)
(Nina is standing alone in her cage, holding onto the bars as night falls. She sighs and turns around to take off her shirt, when she hears Angel's voice.)
Puppet Angel: (os) Uh, Nina...
Nina: (stops taking off her shirt, turns to look for Angel) Angel?
Puppet Angel: (hiding behind the door) Yeah, sort of. Uh, listen, I wanna apologize about the way I treated you this morning.
Nina: Look, Angel, I understand.
Puppet Angel: Pretty sure you don't.
Nina: You've got this whole, complicated, important life going on, and... the last thing you need to deal with is a crush from monster girl, some charity case you were nice enough to—
Puppet Angel: Nina...
(He breathes deeply and exhales; walks out from behind the door so Nina can see him.)
Nina: (realizes Angel's a puppet) Oh.
Puppet Angel: I was turned into a puppet last night.
Nina: I, uh... Wow. Are you—are you OK?
Puppet Angel: I'm made of felt... (pulls off his nose; speaks nasally) And my nose comes off. (puts his nose back on his face)
Nina: I don't know what to say.
Puppet Angel: (walks up to the cage, holds onto the bars) My people are workin' on the problem. I'm sure they'll fix it. Eventually. (sighs) I didn't meant to upset you this morning. I just didn't want anyone— Well, I didn't want you to see me this way. It's a little, uh, embarrassing, I guess.
Nina: I'd call it a little insane. (Angel hangs his head in shame) But... what do you care what people think, anyway? (Angel looks up at Nina, surprised) Angel... you're you, you know? (kneels to talk to Angel on eye-level) You're this— I mean, God, you're an actual hero, and, I don't know, this may sound cliché coming from an art-school chick, but... the vampire thing's kind of sexy.
Puppet Angel: It all sounds good, but that's not how I feel.
Nina: I know. That's what I like about you.
Puppet Angel: (Nina stands) I'm not very good at any of this. (sighs, looks away) I've spent so much time worrying about the past and the future and my very complicated life... it's been a while since I looked up and really saw what was going on around me. It's not my strong suit, you know? But I'm working on it. I'm paying better attention to— (a growling noise comes from the cage and a dog's paw grabs Angel, pulling him into the cage) Aah! Ohh! (tries to get away) No, Nina! Bad Nina! Yaah! (fabric rips; Angel groans)
(Hallway)
(Lorne's walking toward his office when he hears a battered and torn Angel making his way toward him.)
Puppet Angel: (trying to hold his stuffing in) Lorne...
Lorne: My little prince! (Angel groans and collapses; Lorne goes to his side) Ohh... what did they do to you?
(He picks up Angel in his arms.)
Puppet Angel: Nina... tried to... eat me.
Lorne: (yells out) Medic! (to Angel) You're gonna make it, Angel. Just don't stop fighting. (yells out) Doctor! Is there a Geppetto in the house?!
(Doctor’s Office)
(In the same eerie doctor's office where Gunn first got his brain enhancement procedure performed, a doctor works on a patient. Electricity buzzes as he adds the finishing touches to the man's the man's eyes. The man puts on dark glasses as the doctor takes off his own protective goggles. There's a knock at the door, and Gunn walks into the room.)
Doctor: (checking the patient's eyes) Good, good. (to Gunn) With you in a minute. (to the patient) So I want you to keep those glasses on for a full week, give those fancy new retinas time to adjust. (the patient stands and walks to the exit; the doctor calls out after him) Then I get to see you in 14 days. (to Gunn) X-ray vision. (makes air quotes) Very now.
Gunn: Something's wrong with the implant you gave me.
Doctor: Well, I doubt that— Gunn, isn't it? But let's take a look. (humming, grabs an instrument and looks through it into Gunn's eyes) Ah. The imprint is fading. Don't blink. Your neural path modification has almost completely reverted.
Gunn: I'm losing it. The law, the languages, the strategy.
Doctor: Oh, acute "Flowers for Algernon" syndrome. (chuckles) It must be sheer torture.
Gunn: Well, fix it! Put it back. (sits in the doctor's chair)
Doctor: Well, no offense, counselor, but your insurance plan wouldn't cover what I charge to wash my hands. (Gunn rolls his eyes.) You were given that upgrade 'cause the senior partners wanted you to have it, and if you're, uh, losing it, well, they wanted that, too.
Gunn: Why would they do that?
Doctor: (laughs) You never know with them.
Gunn: I can't lose this. This power, these skills, they've—they've changed me, given me...
Doctor: Meaning? And to have it taken away, it's... heartbreaking. (shakes his head sympathetically) Though I do think Cliff Robertson captured the poignance of it more elegantly.
Gunn: (stands, angry) I'm not going back to who I was.
Doctor: Well, maybe, maybe not. (walks away to a computer) See, I, uh... always have a few things going on the side. Currently, I have a lot of capital sunk into a shipment that's being held up at customs.
Gunn: Drugs?
Doctor: (chuckles) Goodness, no. I make my own drugs. No, just an ancient curio, a collectible I hope to turn a profit on. (turns back to face Gunn) If I was to give you the permanent upgrade, I'd say that, uh, you'd be more than able to cut through all of my red-tape problems.
Gunn: I don't make deals with people like you.
Doctor: And believe me, Charles, I don't make deals with people like you. Not the person you really are, the ignorant street muscle...the high-school dropout... I would, however, love to make a deal with Charles Gunn, Attorney at Law.
(W&H – Science Lab)
(The "Smile Time" program is playing on a TV screen.)
Polo Puppet: (on TV) And now it's time for action math news with your action math experts, Ratio Hornblower aaaaand Groofus!
(Ratio Puppet toots on TV.)
Groofus Puppet: (on TV) Thank you, Polo. Our top story this morning... 2 plus 2 is 4! And in related news, 4 plus 4...is 8!
(Pan back to show Fred and Wesley are watching the show in the lab.)
Wesley: It could be the lack of sleep talking, but... I'm really starting to like this show.
Fred: (giggles) I know what you mean. What time is it?
(Knox walks in with two coffees; hands one to Fred and keeps the other for himself.)
Knox: 4 A.M. And counting. (Wesley looks at Knox's coffee) Oh! I'm sorry. Did you want— (holds out the coffee to Wes)
Wesley: That's all right.
Knox: 'Cause I could—
Wesley: No. Really. (turns back to the TV) All right... what are we missing?
Fred: (turns back to the computer hooked up to the TV) I guess we should go back and comb through the signal spread, check all the tracks again.
Knox: Ecch. Again. What's up with you two? The tracks are clear. We ran it through every filter we've got.
Wesley: That's not how magic works, Knox.
Knox: Really...Merlin? Then how does magic work?
Fred: (turns to Knox, smiling) You know what? I think we can handle it from here. You should go home, Knox. Get some rest.
Knox: Oh, no. I don't want to abandon ship.
Fred: That's OK. Somebody's got to be awake enough to run the lab tomorrow. Seriously, go home.
Knox: (nods) OK.
Groofus Puppet: (on TV)(singing) Just a little bit of math in everything...
Fred: (giggles) I love this one. (offers her coffee to Wesley; he takes it)
(Knox watches Wesley with Fred, then walks out hanging his head.)
Groofus Puppet: (on TV)(singing) ...From the number of your toes to the arc of a swing and even in the length of a yo-yo string there's a little bit of math in everything one plus one is two and two plus two is four...
Wesley: (looks over his shoulder to see that Knox has left) So... how's it going with you and Knox? I know you were starting to—
Fred: Started and stopped, actually.
Wesley: Really? (hands the coffee back to Fred)
Fred: (blushing) Yeah. We went out a few times, but... I don't know.
Wesley: (turns down volume on the TV) So...you stopped it.
Fred: Yeah. He—he's nice enough, but... I think he's been working here too long. Plus, he doesn't make me laugh at all. I mean, he tries, but...
Wesley: I see. (turns back to face the TV) You're looking for someone funny. (typing)
Fred: (reading Wes's body language, realizes he took her meaning wrong) A...certain kind of funny. Yeah. But...I'm not really looking for so much as looking at—
Wesley: (notices something on the TV program) Hang on. Go back a second. There's something different. Maybe if we bring up... the volume.
(Fred rewinds the tape. When Wesley turns the volume back on, the image on the show changes. On mute, Polo has his hands pressed against the screen, but with volume, Polo is singing with the other puppets. Wes and Fred are seeing the same effect the boy Tommy saw at the beginning of the episode.)
Groofus Puppet: (on TV) (singing) To the arc of a swing and even in the length...
Fred: (Wes mutes volume, and Polo's hands are on the screen again) Polo isn't singing with the rest of them. It looks like he's talking to the audience.
Wesley: (turns the volume on and then mutes it again) Yes. When the song is playing, it acts as a sort of cloaking spell allowing Framkin to address his target without being seen by the rest of his viewers.
Fred: So that's how he's been hiding it.
Wesley: No. That's how he was hiding it.
(Angel’s Office – Day)
(Angel is sitting at his desk using a needle and thread to sew up his torn jacket.)
Puppet Angel: (pulls the thread through the fabric, grunts) Stupid fingers. (pulls the thread, breaking it) Stupid string! (puts down the needle, groans)
(Wesley and Fred walk into Angel's office. Angel looks up at them.)
Wesley: It's all in the broadcast— Some very nuanced magic, but we found it, finally.
Fred: (notices claw marks across Angel's face) Angel...what happened?
Puppet Angel: Uh...nothing. It's not important. D-doesn't matter. Go on.
Fred: It's a hidden carrier wave masked by a spell that turns the TV into a 2-way conduit with direct access to the viewer.
Wesley: That's how he's been draining energy from the children, and judging from the strength of yesterday's signal...
Fred: Framkin's ready to take out the whole audience.
Wesley: The object you described in that secret room is most likely a repository for the children's life force. We'll have to break the binding magic on it.
Fred: Which should free those children and... reverse your puppet problem.
Puppet Angel: (upon hearing these words, Angel gasps and rushes to hug Fred with overenthusiastic gratitude) I love you guys. (Fred smiles, not really knowing how to take it; Angel gathers himself together and steps back) Oh... we'd better get moving. Framkin knows we're onto him. If he's ready to zap his whole audience, he'll pull the trigger today for sure.
Gunn: (walks into the office confidently) Not him. Them.
Puppet Angel: Gunn.
Gunn: Framkin's not doing this. It's the puppets. They're demons. The show is possessed. "Smile Time"'s ratings hit an all-time low last year. Framkin made a deal with some devils to bring it back to number one.
Wesley: You sure of that?
Gunn: Dead sure. Every contract signed with the lower planes is filed in the Library of Demonic Congress. You just gotta know where to look. Pretty tricky legalese, too. Framkin must have missed some of the fine print.
Puppet Angel: (pacing) Which allowed them to take over everything.
Gunn: Including Framkin. These particular devils have a fairly distinctive M.O.
Fred: They've done this before?
Gunn: You see the last few seasons of "Happy Days"? Point is—you wanna take out "Smile Time", take out the puppets.
Puppet Angel: (walks back to his desk) Well, then... (takes a sword off the wall, removes it from its scabbard) Let's take out some puppets.
(Lobby)
(Fred opens the double-doors leading from Angel's office to the lobby. Gunn and Wesley flank her as they walk out toward their mission. Pan down to show puppet Angel is leading the way, carrying his sword behind his head, parallel to his shoulders.)
(Little Girl’s Room)
(A little girl is sitting on her bean-bag chair beside her doll house watching TV in her room.)
Puppets: (singing on TV) In our secret backyard we can make your day more fun and less hard no more frowning, let's get learning ABC's and 123's everything from words to weather
Polo Puppet: (on TV) (talking to the audience while the other puppets continue to sing in the background) Hi there!
Little Girl: Hi!
Polo Puppet: (on TV) Listen, kids. Today is gonna be an extra-special best show ever! But only if everyone at home can give us a hand. Now get up... and come over here. (the little girl stands and approaches the TV) That's it, everyone. Just keep your hands right there. (the girl puts her hands on the TV) Oh! Ohh... let it go! Let it all go! (the girl is starting to look ill and pale as Tommy did when he touched the TV) After all, it's Smile Time!
Puppet Angel: (os) No, it' not...
(Television Studio)
(The puppet Polo turns away from the camera to see Angel standing on the set behind him carrying a sword.)
Puppet Angel: ...it's time to kick your ass all the way back to hell!
Polo Puppet: You!
(Angel swings his sword and lets out a primal yell as he leaps toward Polo. Angel swings the sword at Polo, but misses. Polo punches Angel. The TV show staff act as if they can't see what's going on around them. They are clearly still under some sort of spell.)
Groofus Puppet: (to Angel) Hey, man! You're ruinin' the show!
(Someone else swings a sword, cutting off Groofus's head. Ratio Puppet pops out of his box to see what’s going on and promptly goes back into the box to hide.)
Gunn: (holding a sword, looks at Groofus's dismembered puppet body) We're workin' on it. (Polo is beating up on Angel and knocks the sword from Angel's grip. Polo punches Angel into the dog house.) Angel!
Polo Puppet: (sees Gunn on the set) Aah! (to the other puppets) It's a full-scale attack! (sees Ratio standing out by the cameras holding a clipboard) Ratio—the nest egg! (Angel grabs Polo and pulls him into the dog house) Gah!
(Ratio Puppet sees Angel grab Polo, throws up his hands in fright. He toots as he runs away from the set.)
(Secret Room)
(Fred and Wesley enter the "Don't" room. Wes is carrying a satchel over his shoulder.)
Wesley: (hands the bag to Fred) Fred. (begins reading from a scroll) "Aperi, rumpe, solve, reveni. Aperi, rumpe, solve, reveni—" (the nest egg starts rumbling and begins opening its glowy smile) Don't look at it, Fred. (Fred looks at her feet) "Refer quod furatum—"
(The large purple puppet Ratio Hornblower grabs Wesley around the neck, choking him and pulling him away from the nest egg. Wes drops the scroll.)
Fred: Wes!
Wesley: (straining) No, Fred. Keep reading!
(Fred turns to grab the scroll off the ground.)
(Studio)
(The puppets Angel and Polo are still fighting inside the dog house. Angel throws Polo out, and Gunn is standing by with a battle-axe.)
Gunn: Got him! (starts to swing the battle-axe at Polo, but the puppet girl jumps him)
Girl Puppet: (grabbing Gunn around the neck) Aah!
(The puppet girl turns out to be a formidable foe; she tries to break Gunn's neck, but ends up spinning them off of the stage. They fall to the ground, and the puppet girl lets go of Gunn. When he tries to sit up, she jumps him from out of the blue, landing on top of Gunn's chest.)
Girl Puppet: (reaching for Gunn's eyes) Gimme those pretty eyes!
(Gunn struggles to get her off of him.)
(Little Girl’s Room)
(The little girl is still standing in front of the TV screen, touching it and growing weaker and more ill. Her TV is showing Gunn battle with the puppet girl. Gunn struggles to get the puppet away from his neck, and he smashes her into the TV camera. She falls to the ground with a groan.)
(TV Studio – Secret Room)
(As the nest egg's smile widens, Fred continues reading from the scroll. Wes is still struggling with the purple puppet Ratio in the background.)
Fred: "...Solve, reveni, aperi, rumpe... solve, reveni..." (sees the puppet throw Wes into the wall, but continues reading) "fractae, omnia vin—"
(Extremely concerned about Wesley, Fred looks over her shoulder again to see the puppet coming at Wesley with a fire extinguisher. Fred puts down the scroll. Before the puppet can hit Wes over the head with the fire extinguisher, a gunshot goes off. The puppet drops the fire extinguisher to the ground and stumbles back. It's shot again, in the eye this time, and makes a squeaking noise as it stumbles backwards. Pan over to show Fred has shot the puppet. Wes looks at her in grateful admiration. Fred smiles and blushes and puts the gun away as she heads back to finish reading the scroll.)
(Studio)
(Angel and Polo puppets are still fighting.)
Polo Puppet: I'm gonna tear you a new puppet hole, bitch! (punches Angel; Angel overpowers him, pushes him to the ground and starts choking him)(gasps) So... you got a little demon in you.
Puppet Angel: I got a lot of demon in me. (his forehead goes all bumpy and his fangs descend)(Polo gasps in fright) Now, come on!
(Angel grabs Polo and throws him into the treehouse, breaking the wood railing. Polo falls on the wooden splinters and falls limp.)
(Secret Room)
(Wesley fights with the purple puppet while Fred finishes reading from the scroll.)
Fred: "Omnia incantamenta fracta. Omnia incantamenta fracta."
(Wesley pushes the puppet against the wall and breaks off his horn. The puppet lets out a terrible deflating squeaking sound from where his horn used to be attached. The puppet's stuffing is coming out of him, showering Wesley with its guts. The puppet collapses.)
(Little Girl’s Room)
(The little girl is still touching her TV screen losing her life force.)
(TV Studio)
(Angel returns to normal face and glares at the puppet Polo as it hangs in the treehouse railing. Angel straightens his collar and jacket, and turns to face the cameras.)
Puppet Angel: Gunn?
Gunn: (holding the puppet girl's dismembered arms) Think I'm good.
(Secret Room)
(Fred completes the scroll reading as Wes goes to her side.)
Fred: "...Fracta. Aperi, rumpe, solve, reveni."
(The smiling nest egg glows brightly and begins to crack. As the glowing gets brighter, the egg explodes, showering the room with bright light. Wesley and Fred turn away from the force of the explosion.)
(Little Girl’s Room)
(The little girl is thrust back from the television into her bean-bag chair. She catches her breath and looks normal and healthy again.)
Girl’s Mom: (os) Anna, what's going on in there?
Little Girl: Nothing. Just watching TV.
(W&H – Basement – Day)
(Nina is in human form again, lying naked in her cage amidst pieces of torn fabric. She wakes, disoriented, and looks around her. She pulls lint off of her lips. )
Nina: Oh, my God. I ate him.
(There is a knocking at the door. She reaches for a nearby silk robe.)
Puppet Angel: (from outside the door) Hey, uh, you decent?
Nina: (finishes putting on the robe) Angel. Oh, thank God. Hold on one second. (ties the robe) OK. (Angel walks into the room) Wow. Sorry. Takes getting used to.
Puppet Angel: Ha. Tell me about it. Wes and Fred say my condition's improving, though.
Nina: So you're gonna change back?
Puppet Angel: Yeah. 2, 3 days tops. Ahem...uh... anyway... (opens the cage door) What are you doing for breakfast?
Nina: (laughs) What do puppets eat?
Puppet Angel: Let's find out.
(Angel offers Nina his hand, and she takes it. They walk out of the room together, hand in hand.)
(Wesley’s Office)
(Wesley is standing at his desk, organizing books and papers when Fred walks into his office.)
Fred: I just got off the phone. Looks like the kids are coming out of their stasis.
Wesley: Oh...good. I think we did some excellent work back there.
Fred: (smiling broadly) I think you're right.
Wesley: And now... (grabs his coat)
Fred: And now...
Wesley: We'd better get some rest. No telling when the next crisis will strike. (starts to walk toward the door)
Fred: (steps in front of him, cutting him off; looks at him nervously) You're just gonna go, aren't you?
Wesley: Fred—
Fred: (searching his expression) Haven't you been... sensing anything lately... about me... coming from me? Uh... didn't occur to you that... something might have changed? That—I'm looking at you in a different— Oh, screw it.
(She puts her hands on either side of his face and kisses him on the lips. She steps back and looks into his eyes.)
Wesley: Um...
Fred: That was a signal. OK? Is that... clear enough for you?
(Wesley drops his blazer, looks into her eyes and smiles.)
Wesley: Not even close.
(They kiss more passionately.)
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