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Date Posted: 16:42:52 07/04/04 Sun
FLESH MAGIC
By veggieburger
EXT: A demon battleground - land unknown.
An active volcanic landscape gives the landscape a surreal hellish appearance. The ground spews smoke and steam. Lightning and static electricity crackle in the air.
V.O. YOUNG BOY (narration, somewhat halting as if reading from a book)
Science teaches us that some 4.6 billion years ago, our earth was a lifeless rock. A billion years later it teemed with early life. Scientists call the period in-between “pre-biotic” – that is, “before organic life”. Yet the records of our Council indicate that in fact great demon civilizations existed during this time.
EXT: The same ancient landscape.
A battle is concluding and the remains of war are everywhere to be seen. Screaming demons are skewered on long sharpened posts jutting from the ground. Other demons lay dismembered on the battlefield, as other laughing demons loot their remains or torment those still alive.
V.O. YOUNG BOY
Demons pure, these Old Ones warred against each other, stealing land and acolytes to build temples of great power. Worship was all important to the Old Ones and their sacrament was flesh.
INT: The interior of an ancient fortress.
CLOSE: Demon feet in manacles slogging wearily forward on a stone walkway. The sound of a whip and a taskmaster’s yell.
POV: From a double throne at the front of the stone walkway. We cannot see the forms of the two beings who sit there, only a strange hand holding a gem-encrusted scepter. A “herald” next to the throne addresses the seated figures.
HERALD
Hail, Illyria! Warrior and Monarch! Protector of our clan! We worship you and bring you the spoils of battle, to slay and sacrifice for your pleasure.
ILLYRIA
Let those who will not worship me be sacrificed. Let their flesh become my temple, so that We shall not be forgotten. Let my acolytes come forward to receive our sacrament.
A group of demon warriors, stripped to their waists, step forward in a line. They take ceremonial curved daggers from their belts and slit their own chests open from sternum to stomach.
CLOSE: On one such demon warrior, as a prisoner is dragged forward. The warrior slices open the prisoner’s chest, removes the heart with a swift cut, and places it within his own abdomen which heals quickly around the “addition”, leaving a telltale “lump”.
V.O. YOUNG BOY
Coooooool.
CUT TO:
Caption: The Cottswolds, England. 1980.
INT: A boy’s bedroom. Cozy looking.
An 11 year old boy lays on his bed, looking over what appears to be a grimoire. The book contains a depiction of Illyria which is identical to the one Wes sees in AtS S5. The boy languidly looks over it as if it were a collection of fairy tales. There’s a knock on the boy’s door. The boy hastily hides the book under his mattress. His mother opens the door.
MUM (American accent)
What’re you doing, Jonathan?
BOY
Nuthin.
The boy’s father, a bookish looking man in his early forties, enters.
FATHER (British accent)
Been reading, have you?
CUT TO:
Caption: Present day.
INT: The Hyperion Lobby
Harmony is following around Gunn, arguing with him.
HARMONY
But I didn’t really mean to betray you guys. You’d hold one little thing against me? That’s so unfair!
GUNN
What I should be holding against you is a sharp pointy wooden stick. Look, Angel let you go with a reference instead of staking you, I’d suck that up with a straw. Why come back here? No career ops in that big post Wolfram-and-Hart demon world out there?
HARMONY
Well, actually, not really. I mean, it’s kind of a free for all now, all the demons trying to scramble for position. And getting killed all over the place.
GUNN (interested)
Someone’s killing demons?
HARMONY
Well, duh, yeah! They’re killing each other, trying to be the big cheese. And then there’s the ones that are turning up in the L.A. River with their hearts cut out.
GUNN (sickly look)
Hearts cut out?
HARMONY
Oh, yeah, hearts are big mojo to demons. You know, the engine that drives the ol’ red sticky life force.
Gunn hands her a huge pile of papers.
GUNN
Start filing and keep talking.
CUT TO:
INT: Upstairs, in one of The Hyperion’s guest rooms.
Wes is pulling some items out of a cardboard box as Illyria watches him.
WES
I thought it might help you if you had some of Fred’s things. To help you understand who she was.
ILLYRIA
You told me you do not wish me to be like her, yet you want me to understand her. This is more of your grief.
WES
If you’re going to live in her skin, you should understand what that means to the rest of us. And you have her memories. You’ve been using them to mislead people, not to help yourself live among us.
ILLYRIA
Misleading humans is very useful for living among them.
WES (ignores that comment, hands her a micro-cassette recorder)
I’m going to give you something to help you. You press this button – (shows her) and speak your thoughts. You press this button (shows her) and you will hear your voice repeating what you said. It’s useful for understanding things.
Illyria looks at it indifferently, takes it from Wes. Wes reaches into the box and hands Illyria the stuffed bunny that belonged to Fred.
ILLYRIA
What is this?
WES
It’s a toy. It’s for touching. (takes it from Illyria, “pets” it, hands it back)
It’s for comforting. Don’t ask me to explain it. Some things can’t be explained with words. (exits)
CUT TO:
INT: Hyperion Lobby.
Angel enters with Athena. They both stop and give a cold look to Harmony, but for different reasons.
HARMONY
Boss!
ATHENA
What are you doing? I had everything organized.
HARMONY
But I was just…
Gunn takes the papers from Harmony, cuts in.
GUNN
…tellin’ Mr. Gunn about some demon business downtown. Involving a little heart surgery of the grisly kind.
ANGEL
On humans?
GUNN
On demons.
ANGEL
Demon on demon violence? Great. Cuts down our workload.
GUNN
What if some of them are good demons?
ANGEL
Yeah, right.
HARMONY
Well, Lorne was …
ANGEL (angry, cuts her off)
Lorne bailed. I don’t want to hear his name. Or yours. Except in a sentence that ends with “a pile of dust”.
Harmony walks up to Angel, full of perkiness.
HARMONY
Ah, c’mon, boss, I know I…
Angel quickly grabs her by the throat and vamps out. He cruelly chokes and shakes her.
HARMONY
Oh my god, it’s Angelus!
ANGEL
I don’t need to be Angelus (throws her across the room) to know how to deal with a problem. Get lost.
Harmony runs for it.
ANGEL (to Gunn)
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Angel stalks out of the room.
GUNN
Yeah. We get that.
Athena turns to Gunn, looks like she’s about to tell him what to do.
GUNN
Don’t you even, Miss Thing. You just came onboard, don’t think you can start givin’ orders.
Gunn walks out, Athena giving him a cool look. Wes enters.
ATHENA
Touchy little bunch.
WES
We’ve been through a little hell recently. Do bear with us.
A dapper man in his 60s enters the lobby from the front door. He walks right up to Wes.
MAN
Mr. Wyndom-Price, I presume? You fit your description. You’re the man I want to see. I believe you murdered my son.
CUT TO:
INT: Upstairs, the Hyperion – Jasmine’s former room, the one Lorne decorated.
Spike stands near a pile of discarded clothes, purses, and other “stuff”. He picks up a pair of men’s slacks, rifles through the pockets, finds a wallet, goes through it. Finds cash, gets a “Spikey” look of petty larceny – hmnn, should I or shouldn’t I? Angel enters.
ANGEL
Robbing the dead? Nice work for an apprentice champion.
SPIKE
Oh, sod off, Angel. Harmony’s right, you only see the bad in people. I was checking this poor soul’s ID.
ANGEL
Poor soul seems to be Ben Franklin. And you and Harmony aren’t people.
SPIKE
And I’m not your apprentice anything. (looks around) Jasmine left a bit of a mess behind. Might be awkward if someone comes here looking for one of her ex-worshippers. We should do something with this stuff.
ANGEL
We’ll lock it up.
SPIKE
And wait for a search warrant. We should burn this stuff. Not like the former owners will need it. (shows the cash. Angel tries to snatch the cash, Spike blocks him.) They’re dead, Angel. Best they be forgotten.
CUT TO:
INT: Fred’s room.
Illyria is trying to work the micro-cassette recorder. She pushes “record”.
ILLYRIA
Submit to my desires or die!
She then pushes “play” and her voice plays back to her.
RECORDED VOICE
Submit to my desires or die!
ILLYRIA (throws the recorder on the bed angrily)
Stupid tiny machine! I shall never submit to -- (pause, embarrassed).
She picks up the recorder, pushes “record” again, then “play”. Nothing.
ILLYRIA
It does not speak back to me. What use is this? (throws it down again, picks up the bunny, “pets” it as she saw Wes do) This is soft. And also useless.
She explores the toy with her fingertips, then holds it to her face. A “Fred-like” smile comes over her, then quickly disappears.
ILLYRIA
It is a memory trigger! That’s what it’s for!
Illyria digs in the box, pulls out a hair “scrunchie” (ponytail wrap), sniffs it, touches it to her face. She becomes “Fred-like” again.
ILLYRIA (eyes closed, dreamily, voice like Fred’s)
He pulled it from her hair. Touched the back of her neck. Soft. She’s soft. When he touches her neck, she feels desire.
Illyria comes to herself, tosses the scrunchie back into the box, angry.
ILLYRIA
These are magical items! Wes is trying to trick me. Wes. (she retrieves the scrunchie, holds it). This wasn’t Wes. (closes her eyes) A dark hand. Strong but gentle. (she puts the scrunchie down, annoyed) This is some sort of flesh magic.
CUT TO: Hyperion Lobby
Wes looks stunned and nervous as his visitor extends his hand for a shake.
MAN
Alexander Knox. I knew your father. We were quite the rivals at Watcher Academy. (pause) Relax, Wesley – if I may call you that – I’m not here to avenge my son.
WES
I don’t remember you being a colleague of my father.
ALEXANDER
I wasn’t. It’s tradition that Watchers pass the job on to their sons, but not all sons want the job. I didn’t have a taste for it. My son, however, was quite an apt pupil, even though I forbid it. Apparently, some other Watcher took him under their wing. Whoever it was, that little partnership seems to have lasted a lifetime. My brilliant science-nerd of a son was quite willing to swap his expertise for the occasional arcane tome. If it involved a certain subject matter.
WES
Illyria.
ALEXANDER (a suspicious look)
You seem rather well versed, yourself. It’s not a subject easily researched, even by Watchers.
Wes shrugs it off.
WES
Wolfram and Hart had quite the library. What is it that you want, Mr. Knox?
ALEXANDER
I want you to find the Watcher who infected the mind of my son as a child, warped him, bound him to an obsession and taught him evil. I believe this man is looking for Illyria and has an interest in the Old Ones. A very dangerous interest.
WES
What happens when we find him? We’re not interested in helping you murder someone for revenge.
ALEXANDER
Mr. Wyndom-Price, we could dance all night, but I’m not as young as I used to be. Word gets around. I know what happened at Wolfram and Hart. I know this Illyria creature was resurrected, that my son was involved, and that this creature Illyria became associated with your team. And I know you pointlessly shot the one person most knowledgeable about the Old Ones, for no better purpose than to let off some steam.
WES
Quite a grapevine you must have. Just how did you find out all this?
Harmony enters the room timidly.
HARMONY
Is it safe to come out now? Oh, hi, Mr. Knox!
CUT TO: A little later, Angel’s office.
Gunn, Angel, Wes and Spike are circled around a seated, nervous Harmony.
HARMONY
Well, he asked me how his son was, and I said “Dead. My boss shot him.” We were just making conversation!
ANGEL
Wes, we’re gonna talk about your Human Resource policies. After I kill this –
WES
Angel, I need information from her. (pause, pissed) Then you can kill her. (leans into Harmony’s face) What else do you know about Knox?
HARMONY
That he did all kinds of work for some guy, using Wolfram and Hart resources. Well, hell, everybody at W/H did some moonlighting.
Angel grabs her throat angrily.
SPIKE (to Angel)
You do know vampires don’t breathe, right? It’s in the handbook.
WES
Knox built the robots, didn’t he.
HARMONY
No. He just designed the specs. They were manufactured off shore. England, I think. I Fed-X’d them for Lori when she was out dead.
WES
Do you remember who to?
HARMONY
His dad. Alexander Knox. At the Watcher’s Academy.
WES
That doesn’t make sense. Knox’s father didn’t become a Watcher.
ANGEL
Do you think he’s really looking for this Watcher or for something else? Do you think he’s looking for Illyria?
WES
He didn’t press me on what happened to Illyria. He’s not stupid, he’ll realize Illyria’s here.
HARMONY
He asked me about the sarcophagus. Seemed more interested in it than in Knoxie.
ANGEL
What did happen to the sarcophagus?
SPIKE
Probably what happened to everything inside W/H – it got plundered by downsized demons after the building came crumbling down.
ANGEL
It could be he’s really looking for the sarcophagus and is using a story to trick us into helping him. Gunn, see if you can track down what happened to that box. Spike, find Illyria, we need to talk to her. Wes, find out what you can about Knox’s father, and I want you and Spike to do a patrol with me later. And I want a word alone with Harmony.
CUT TO:
INT: Fred’s room.
Illyria sits cross-legged on Fred’s bed, eyes closed, in meditation. She concentrates and talks, the micro-cassette recorder next to her.
ILLYRIA
Her memories. That’s why they persist in me, even with her soul destroyed. Her memories are in her flesh. As long as I wear her skin, my body will remember what her body remembered. That’s why I can’t bring myself to kill them – these men she touched. It is something in her fingertips.
CUT TO: Angel’s office. Harmony is seated, crying fearfully. Angel paces angrily.
HARMONY
Why don’t you just stake me?
ANGEL
Is that what you want? To stop existing?
HARMONY
No! No! I can’t help myself, Angel. I try, I really do. It’s like I can’t remember what’s right or wrong. Sometimes I remember what it feels like to do something right, but I get the same feeling now when I do something that seems right but it’s not. Like Hamilton. It felt right. (sobs) You want to stake me. So does Spike. Everybody hates me.
ANGEL
Do you want to know why I don’t stake you, Harmony?
HARMONY (sobs)
Uh huh.
ANGEL (a bit more gently)
Because you still remember your heartbeat. The way you smiled when you told me that – I can still see the humanity in you. Not that you really have any, but you have a memory of it. The day you lose it, Harmony, you’ll be more than dead. (grabs her shoulders) Keep trying, Harmony. Keep holding onto it. (releases her) I need you to. (exits)
CUT TO:
Another guest room in the Hyperion. Illyria is laying face downward on a couch, holding one of Lorne’s old colorful jackets and making some rather strange sexual motions. The door opens, Spike enters and startles Illyria..
SPIKE
Hey, Leery, gotta talk with – what the bloody hell are you doing?
Illyria jumps up, furious, throws Lorne’s jacket at Spike.
ILLYRIA (angry)
The smell of this jacket does not make me hot with desire.
SPIKE
Yeah, men’s cologne doesn’t do it for me either.
Gunn enters the room.
ILLYRIA (to Gunn)
Take off your pants.
GUNN
Damn, girl, I like my women assertive but –
ILLYRIA
These feelings in my skin, they must be about procreation. Fred must have attempted to procreate with all of you.
Wes and Angel enter the room.
SPIKE
You’re just in time. Leery was humpin’ Lorne’s jacket.
WES (puzzled)
What is this about, Illyria?
ILLYRIA
Fred’s memories. They are in her skin. I can’t get them off. After you gave me her things to touch – something has changed. Some flesh magic – it’s causing me to have thoughts I can’t make sense of. I spoke to your little machine but it mocked me.
WES
Illyria, calm down, close your eyes, and tell me what these thoughts are.
ILLYRIA
Images. A word written in clouded glass. A jacket. A tin can on a dirty street. A moonlit chair. I see these things in my mind and I feel sensations that I cannot put into words.
Illyria closes her eyes and seems to relax. A “Fredness” comes over her, but she speaks in 3rd person. She gets up and walks around, in a sort of trance. Her voice softens.
ILLYRIA (towards Spike)
She wants to help you. She sees something in you the others can’t see. She’s taking a shower, thinking about how to help you. You walk toward her, but she doesn’t know you’re there. You use your fingertips to write something. On glass. Foggy glass. She touches your word with her fingertips. She feels a bond of trust.
(she walks away from Spike, talking to Lorne’s jacket)
She’s walking down a long hallway. Everything’s so white and shiny. She’s unsure about something. You take her fingertips in one hand, put your hand on her waist, sway with her. You laugh and it makes her smile. She likes the way your jacket smells. She feels comfortable now.
(towards Angel)
She’s afraid. She’s standing on a dirty street, her heel touches a tin can on the ground and it makes a noise. She looks at you and it gives her courage. She kisses you and asks if they bought it. She feels brave now, she knows what she must do.
(towards Gunn)
You always put your shirt on the chair. Her fingertips touch the belt on your pants, then slide beneath the cloth. Your hipbone feels smooth and hard and warm. She likes touching it. It makes her feel safe. It makes her feel --
(towards Wes)
Desire. Tenderness. Comfort. Concern. I was right. She attempted procreation with all of you. I suppose that makes sense, what else are males for?
WES (a wee embarrassed)
I think, Illyria, you’re experiencing the emotions that Fred’s memories bring. Very personal feelings. She loved all of us, but not always in a , uh, procreating way.
GUNN (to Spike, testy)
You saw Fred naked in the shower?
SPIKE
Hey, incorporeal at the time!
Gunn smacks Spike on the arm, hard.
ILLYRIA (suddenly hyper-tense)
Someone calls me! Someone calls me with flesh!
CUT TO:
A few hours later, under the streets of L.A.
INT: A sewage tunnel underneath the streets of downtown L.A. Angel and Spike walk through the tunnel, lighting the very dim way with flashlights. Wes and Illyria follow behind.
SPIKE
Well, this is a bit of fun, eh? Larkin’ about in a dark tunnel with flashlights? Like the X-Files. (wicked pause) I’ll be Mulder.
ANGEL
You can’t be Mulder. You’re the new sidekick.
SPIKE (grin)
So I get to be the woman, then? (Angel gives Spike a blank look). Right. Y’know, Angel, you need to watch some TV. You’re culturally retarded.
ANGEL
Gunn said the demon deaths seem to be centered around this area. The bodies are dumped in the L.A. River drainage system, but the blood trails all lead back to here.
Angel stops in front of a grated gate that looks vaguely familiar..
WES
I recognize this place. This is where we encountered Jasmine’s demon follower.
Angel shines his flashlight around and sees the corpse of the demon laying where it was slain
ANGEL
Still dead.
Angel shines his light forward and up. The “shrine of flesh” still remains, and appears to have some new “pieces” added to it recently.
SPIKE
But someone’s keepin’ the love alive.
ANGEL (to Illyria, indicates the insect-like demon corpse)
Have you ever seen a creature like this before, Illyria?
ILLYRIA
I visited its realm. It did not interest me. I liked the shrimp world better.
ANGEL
This creature worshipped Jasmine. Seems she made a visit to its realm too. This creature made a shrine out of the flesh of its victims. Said it was “flesh magic”. Magic before words.
SPIKE
And that’s how they show their love? Blimey, Valentine’s Day must be a hoot.
ILLYRIA
You humans understand nothing about sacrifice. Sacrifice is love.
WES (mutters)
And love is sacrifice. (turns to Illyria) Knox said Illyria was feared and loved. Was this what he meant by loved?
ILLYRIA
You humans. You speak your love. Blah, blah, blah, that is how Spike says. You give up nothing. (points to the decaying flesh) This I understand. Flesh magic. (takes a deep breath).
SPIKE
Yech. I prefer Lorne’s jacket.
ANGEL (to Wes)
So what’s the deal? Did another of these creatures come through? Are they calling Jasmine? (pause) Or Illyria?
SPIKE
Yeah, what’s so bloody important about flesh? Why not blood?
ILLYRIA
Stupid vampires. Blood is life. But flesh is memory. Memory is what awakens you in the night or comforts you to sleep. It brings forth the sweetness that comes from the sounds of screaming victory.
.
SPIKE
Ah, the way we were!
WES:
I get it. A flesh sacrifice is an offering to awaken memories, to draw the beloved back. Whoever is doing this is using very ancient magic. If we try to put it into words, we won’t understand enough to stop it. (pause) But I suspect if we wait here long enough, we’ll get our answer.
CUT TO:
EXT: Downtown L.A., a seedy street corner. Gunn talks to a demon “fence”.
FENCE
But they’re evil Rolexes.
GUNN
I told you, I don’t want a Rolex. I’m looking for a little somethin’ that came from Wolfram and Hart. Okay, not so little.
CUT TO:
The sewer. Illyria, Wes, Spike and Angel stand as if waiting. Alexander Knox comes toward them. He seems completely unsurprised at seeing Wes, Illyria, and the team.
ALEXANDER
So, you’re Illyria. Your sketches in forbidden tomes don’t do you justice. So this is the big deal.
ILLYRIA (walks up to him, gets in his face)
Do I seem diminished from your expectations? I have no use for your disappointments – I have many of my own. (walks away, looks at the “flesh shrine”) You called me with flesh. Now I am here. (sniffs) This flesh magic stinks to my nostrils. It is decayed. (walks up to Alexander) It smells like the graves of the Old Ones. (walks away from him) If you seek to destroy me, you waste your time. I am walking dust. (pause) And if you seek to worship me, you are a fool.
ALEXANDER
You were no disappointment to my son.
WES
May I remind you that your son caused the excruciating death of someone dear to (pause) our team?
Illyria shoots Wes a look, then the same to Alexander.
ILLYRIA
It seems I am bound in grief and disappointment, like chains. (a bit chilling, to Alexander). Except to your son. His eyes shined like a child’s when he saw me.
ALEXANDER
They would have. He was trained to love you since he was a child. .
WES (indicating the flesh sacrifice)
You did this, didn’t you. Hoping to lure Illyria out of hiding. Don’t think you can destroy her, she’s quite powerful.
ALEXANDER
Destroy her? What point would there be in that, Wesley? I’m not able to resurrect my son, even with a fancy sarcophagus.
WES
Really. Harmony says you’re looking for that box.
ALEXANDER
I told you what I’m looking for, Wesley. I’m looking for the bastard of a Watcher who corrupted my only child.
WES
Indeed. And we’ll help you find him. In fact, we have found him. It’s you, Alexander.
I did a bit of checking up on you before we came here. You chose not to join the Council and became a professor of exobiology – the leading expert in pre-biotic theory, in fact. A clever way to hide your continuing research into the Old Ones, away from the restrictions of the Council. Over the years your obsession even preyed on your sanity.
But you couldn’t walk away from the family legacy of the Watchers. So, you created a second persona for yourself in your mind – the Watcher you didn’t become – so you could pass the legacy on to your son. You gave your brilliant son everything you could find on the Old Ones, materials you uncovered as a scholar of pre-biotic studies. But like you, Jonathan never embraced the life of a Watcher. But he embraced your obsession.
ALEXANDER
A man hates to see his life’s work go to waste, Wesley. No one wants to be forgotten.
Alexander Knox pulls out a handgun.
WES
I understand your grief. But I’m not going to say I’m sorry I killed your son.
ILLLYRIA (steps in front of Wes to protect him)
You cannot destroy this human. He is important to me. You may shoot me, if you wish, but it would be pointless.
ALEXANDER
I don’t intend to shoot either of you.
Alexander puts the gun to his head.
Spike and Angel rush forward, intent on stopping him, but Illyria is faster – with one hand, she grabs Alexander’s arm and holds it with an iron grip, looking with hard intensity into Alexander Knox’s eyes. Then slowly she holds out her hand, palm up, releasing his arm with the other hand. Alexander Knox puts his gun into Illyria’s hand.
ILLYRIA
I have had enough of grief.
DISSOLVE:
INT: The Hyperion, Next day, “Fred’s” room.
Illyria hands the micro-cassette recorder back to Wes.
ILLYRIA
Your little machine did not help me.
WES
No, I expect not. I should’ve been the little machine. (she cocks her head) I mean, I should have been the one to receive your thoughts. Word magic. It’s part of our flesh magic. We remember with feelings and with words.
ILLYRIA
You still miss her.
WES
I always will. She’s part of my skin. (pause) Illyria, when you were feeling Fred’s feelings of fondness for us earlier, did you feel anything about me?
Illyria starts to reach toward Wes gently, as if to caress his face, then stops.
ILLYRIA
Why are you kind to me, Wesley? You do not love me.
WES
But I can learn to value you. If you let me. You seem to have some kind of feeling for me, Illyria. You’re pulled to me in some way.
ILLYRIA
You used word magic on me. Your words affect my skin somehow. Creating new memories. (hold up the stuffed toy) I like this bunny.
CUT TO:
Angel’s office. Gunn, Spike and Angel sit around the desk.
GUNN
No luck on the box.
SPIKE
So what happens now with Captain Crazy?
ANGEL
Wes says the Council can do nothing. Except watch him.
GUNN
So, I guess that’s why they’re called…
SPIKE
Watchers. Yeah, funny.
ANGEL
We need to watch him too. He was interested in the sarcophagus. He’s obsessed with the Old Ones. And he’s crazy as a June bug.
Harmony and Athena enter.
ATHENA (to Harmony)
You can start by cataloging the things in Jasmine’s room. We’ll box and store them for now. Don’t remove anything. (glance at Spike) Not even cash.
HARMONY
You got it, Boss Lady.
Connor enters the room with a friend. (Bailey)
CONNOR (to Angel)
Hey. You said you were up for the Lakers tonight, remember?
ANGEL
Lakers? I thought it was the Kings.
CONNOR
Still living in a Gretzky universe, huh. C’mon.
SPIKE
Hey, I want to hear the play-by-play when you get back. That Kareem can really shoot.
CONNOR (rolls his eyes)
Vampires! It’s Shaq, man, Kareem’s history.
As they exit, Gunn gives a quizzical look at Connor. Then shakes his head.
GUNN
Whatever.
THE END
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