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Date Posted: 04:32:19 05/27/04 Thu
Author: Ice_Visions
Subject: Preview for 6x02 Mind over Matters

Angel 6x02 Mind over Matters

Hyperion Luxury Suite -Morning

The sun creeps onto the four poster bed, the slumbering figure of Andrew opens his eyes and smiles. The 'New World Symphony' begins to play as Andrew leaps out of bed wearing silk pyjamas and pulls open the curtains to bask in the sun.

ANDREW
Good morning sunshine.

MONTAGE: Andrew brushes his teeth, flosses, combs his hair, chooses his clothes and runs downstairs to get the post. He heads into the kitchen and we see him crack eggs on a frying pan. End music, end montage.

Angel's room -Morning but the curtains are closed. Angel and Nina are in bed, Angel is awake and Nina groggily opens her eyes.

NINA
Oh, what time is it?

ANGEL
Around seven.

NINA
What time did you get up?

ANGEL
Around four.

NINA
You've been holding me like this for three hours?

ANGEL
I didn't want to disturb you. You looked, peaceful.

NINA
Still, you didn't have to.

ANGEL
No, I wanted to. Everything was just too perfect.

NINA
Perfect? Oh boy.

ANGEL
No, not perfect in that way.

NINA
Geez, thanks!

ANGEL
Can we-

NINA
It's OK, I know what you mean.

ANGEL
Will the word 'serene' do?

NINA
It'll do fine.

Nina and Angel pull together and kiss, they sit up in bed, still kissing. The 'New World Symphony' can be heard again, as the music reaches its climax:

Bursting in carrying two silver platters

ANDREW
Who wants eggs?

Startled, Angel falls out of the bed. Nina shrieks and covers herself up.

ANGEL
Nina, this is...Andrew.

ANDREW
Hi.

NINA
Hey.

ANDREW
No one wants eggs, do they?

Angel and Nina shake their heads.

ANDREW
(Sheepishly) Ok, bye.

He leaves.

Opening credits

David Boreanaz
James Marsters
Amy Acker
Tom Lenk

Andrew is sitting on a bed with Illyria, eating eggs. He is halfway through a rant. She is as bored as hell.

ANDREW
-and it's not like I don't care, but I get up extra early to make breakfast and they don't even want it. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?

Silence

ANDREW
Lliry?

ILLYRIA
I have never made anyone eggs. I cannot imagine.

ANDREW
Aww, that's sweet. Anyway the I ask if they want any and they're all like-

ILLYRIA
I have to go.

ANDREW
What? Where? Why? Can I come?

ILLYRIA
No.

ANDREW
Oh, why?

ILLYRIA
I have to go. Now. It is an evil demon ritual. You would not understand.

ANDREW
Try me, I know everything about demon rituals.

ILLYRIA
You would not like this. It is extremely complicated and unusual.

ANDREW
That only makes it better, I mean what’s so weird about it anyway?

ILLYRIA
It involves three milk crates-

CUT TO

Spike's place, morning. Illyria is talking to Spike

ILLYRIA
-five budgerigars and the livers of three walruses. He still persisted. That was until I told him it made all humans within seven metres explode. I pride myself on honesty. I find lying strange, I never had need to be concerned with it before.

SPIKE
Does he really bother you that much?

ILLYRIA
He called me Lliry.

Spike laughs

SPIKE
Say what now?

ILLYRIA
It is not amusing.

SPIKE
Yes, of course not. Sorry.

Spike laughs again.

SPIKE
Sorry.

ILLYRIA
My living arrangements cannot stay as such. I have no work, no income and have to live with a small and annoying person who made me lie. How do you get money?

SPIKE
Saved a few bob from when I was on the Wolfram paycheque. It’ll keep me going for a few more months. I guess Angel’s doing the same.

ILLYRIA
I have so little to do. I need a world in which I can function. I cannot merely exist within a hotel.

SPIKE
Maybe Angel can set the whole detective thing up again?

ILLYRIA
Detective?

SPIKE
He used to save people as a business. People would get in touch with a problem, zombie boyfriend, demon cult or whatever and Angel would save the day. For a fee.

ILLYRIA
Amoral.

SPIKE
Pardon?

ILLYRIA
What sort of idiot charges innocents for saving their lives?

SPIKE
And any Anya comparisons go out the window…

ILLYRIA
Who?

SPIKE
Never mind. So you need money? I’m sure Andrew won’t charge you for staying at the hotel.

ILLYRIA
I have been there less than a week and I already wish to leave. He infuriates me. In small doses he can be interesting, occasionally tolerable but he is so convinced he has to be a host he is smothering.

SPIKE
You could stay here with me.

ILLYRIA
I do not see a need to stay anywhere. I barely sleep.

SPIKE
Go out. Modulate into a better dress and look for a job.

ILLYRIA
By myself?

SPIKE
Sure. I mean, you’ve been with us a good few months, sometimes you have to crawl out of the dark and realise the world isn’t that bad. You do have to live here, may as well get a headstart.

Illyria cocks her head at him.

Cut to- City street, Day. People come and go, into a record store, out of a coffee place and generally milling around shops. In the midst of this Illyria approaches and ‘My Favourite Game’ by the Cardigans begins to play, this is wicked cool. She is wearing a long floral dress and dark, horn-rimmed spectacles, she has a handbag which she clutches. The blue patterning on her arms and forehead is gone but she still has her blue and black hair. For some reason she seems more intimidating than normal. This is obviously Illyria and not Fred, just in a dress.

Illyria bursts into a Starbucks. Her suddenness and odd appearance turns heads. The music stops. Illyria walks up to the counter.

ILLYRIA
I seek employment.

SNOT-FACED TEEN EMPLOYEE
Oh, geez. Wait a sec. I’ll get the manager.

Illyria stands perfectly still, people begin to murmur around her. The manager comes in. She’s early 20s and dressed like an up-coming go-getter who isn't going anywhere. She eyes Illyria suspiciously.

MANAGER
Sorry, we ain’t got no vacancies.

Illyria merely stares.

MANAGER
I can’t give you a job.

Illyria waves her hand at a ‘help wanted’ sign.

MANAGER
Seriously? You wanna work here.
ILLYRIA
I don’t see want as the word.

MANAGER
Great, way to impress. So are you good with people? Do you interact well?

ILLYRIA
My comrades tell me I can be socially stunted.

MANAGER
U-huh. And why do you think they said that?

ILLYRIA
Because I killed them all. Once.

CUT TO- A Virgin records store. Illyria is talking to a kid wearing badge that says ‘Junior Assistant Supervisor’ who hands her a form.

ILLYRIA
(Indicating form) What does this part mean?

SUPERVISOR
Mother’s maiden name. Yeah, that means what was your mom called before she got married.

ILLYRIA
My mother was the great dark chaos before. The mist that ruled the universe aeons before your putrid kind ever polluted this plane. The primordial powers that are. I don’t think that will fit in the box.

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