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Date Posted: 16:03:42 08/13/02 Tue
Author: Noggins
Subject: Act 4
In reply to: Noggins 's message, "Act 3" on 16:01:04 08/13/02 Tue

ACT IV
Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Garden [Ext.], Night
FRED sits alone in the garden. She looks up at the stars and sighs. We can tell she's really upset at the thought of Wesley leaving.


Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Lobby [Int.], Night
GUNN and CORDELIA stand by the door, looking out at FRED.

CORDELIA
She's going to miss him. I never thought about how
hard on her it's been since he left. Now he's going
even further.

GUNN frowns. We can tell he's a little jealous.

GUNN
She'll get over it.

CORDELIA
(shaking her head)
This isn't the kind of thing you forget after a few
months. It's Wesley.

GUNN
No. It's not. Wesley left when he took Connor away
and he never came back.

CORDELIA
You really think that?

She looks at GUNN. He doesn't react. The scowl on his face remains.


Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Basement [Int.], Night
ANGEL is alone. He's just wearing his trousers and a vest. He pounds a punching back relentlessly.

CONNOR
(o.s.)
It won't work you know.

ANGEL stops. He steadies the bag with his hands and looks at CONNOR who has just come down the stairs.

ANGEL
What won't?

CONNOR
Hitting that. You want to hurt something... to make
it feel pain. It won't do that.

ANGEL
When did you turn into a psychoanalyst?

CONNOR shrugs. He sits down on a weight lifting bench.

CONNOR
Fred's upset.

ANGEL
(scornfully)
Over Wes?

CONNOR nods. ANGEL looks at him.

ANGEL
(cont.)
What is it?

CONNOR
Why do you hate him so much? What he did today...
didn't that prove anything?

ANGEL
He took you away from me, Connor. Do you have
any idea how much that hurt? Having my own son
practically ripped out of my arms and taken away...
by one of my closest friends.

CONNOR
No. But I know what it's like to be brought up by
a liar who makes you despise your father... I've
been betrayed as well. I know what that feels like.

ANGEL sits down next to CONNOR.

CONNOR
(cont.)
Holtz brought me up to think you were an evil,
disgusting creature. He filled me with lies just to
make me finish a task he knew he never could.
He got hurt... but he got consumed by the pain
and suffering and lost sight. I think you're about
to do the same thing.

ANGEL looks at CONNOR almost in awe.

CONNOR
(cont.)
So?

ANGEL
So?

CONNOR
Are you ever going to be forgive him?

ANGEL looks away. He gets to his feet. He can only think of one thing.

ANGEL
He betrayed me...

CONNOR
One thing I've noticed since I've been here. A lot of
people seem to see forgiveness as a human fault.
The one thing you've taught me is that it's a strength.

CONNOR makes a move to the stairs back up into the lobby. He stops for a moment, not turning around.

CONNOR
(cont.)
You forgave me after everything I did to hurt you.

CONNOR walks off. ANGEL watches him go.


Scene: Wolfram and Hart, White Room [Int.], Night
A large Celtic symbol has been drawn in the middle of the room. It is surrounded by black and red candles which emit flames that are the same colour as the wax.

CONSTANTINE stands in the centre of the symbol, his arms outstretched. He's chanting the spell.

Several PSYCHICS stand around the symbol. They chant in time with CONSTANTINE.

LILAH and LINWOOD stand to the side watching.

CONSTANTINE
Ancient spirits I call you forth. From the hidden realms
I bring you out. Leave your domains of chaos light to
join us.

PSYCHICS
Join us. Join us.

CONSTANTINE
Fromainian... Come to us. Though you are intertwined,
the darkness will spread. Come!

PSYCHIC
Come!

We CLOSE IN on CONSTANTINE'S face. His eyes are pitch black as he casts the spell.

Dark Energy swirls all around him in circles.

CONSTANTINE
Come to us!!!

A large vortex opens us above them. It shifts between black and white until suddenly it splits in two separate entities.

The spirts of the Fromainian (black) and the Silde (white) dart around the room.

LILAH ducks as the Fromainian flies towards her but it turns away at the last second. A black portal appears in front of it and it disappears.

The Silde makes a move to follow.

CONSTANTINE looks up at it and smiles.

CONSTANTINE
I don't think so... Bind!!!

A mystical forcefield appears around the Silde, trapping it. It darts around its conjured prison like a fly trapped in a room with no open windows.

CONSTANTINE turns to LINWOOD and LILAH. His face is like that of a kid who's got exactly what he wanted for Christmas.

CONSTANTINE
Ta-da!

LINWOOD
It's done?

CONSTANTINE
Worked like a dream. The Fromainian is off to find
itself a new body to possess... the Silde is nicely
locked away so it can't get in the way of its naughty
little brother.

LILAH
When the ying's away, the yang will play.

CONSTANTINE
Exactly.

LINWOOD looks up at the trapped spirit thoughtfully.

LINWOOD
So what happens now?

LILAH
We wait for the games to begin.


Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Angel's Room [Int.], Night
ANGEL lies on his bed asleep, his face down in the pillow. We get closer to the mark on the back of his neck. It begins to glow.

ANGEL reaches around in his sleep to scratch it then lets his arm drop back to his side again.

The BLACK PORTAL opens up above his bed and the FROMAINIAN SPIRIT emerges from the portal. It whirls around the room until it finally settles above ANGEL.

The SPIRIT suddenly moves forward and enters his body through the marking on the back of his neck.

ANGEL bolts upright. His eyes are wide open. We see swirling black energy inside them.

He begins to gasp, gripping the sheets on his bed in his fists.

ANGEL
Aaaahhhhh....

The energy seems to dissipate from his eyes. His body begins to relax and slowly... ever so slowly... a smile creeps over his lips.

This isn't ANGEL anymore folks. It's ANGELUS.

ANGELUS
Well... that was different...

END CREDITS

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