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Date Posted: 11:57:33 07/21/02 Sun
Author: Noggins
Subject: Act I
In reply to: Noggins 's message, "Angel #05: Legion" on 11:55:19 07/21/02 Sun

ACT I

Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Lobby [Int.], Evening
The door opens. GUNN and FRED walk in hand-in-hand.

GUNN
I swear, I wouldn't be thinking of coming
here this late if you weren't here too.

FRED
Aw, you're so sweet.

GUNN
Well, I try my best. I...

GUNN sees something and becomes a little wary. He disengages from FRED.

FRED
What is it, Charles?
(realising)
Oh.

CONNOR is in the middle of the lobby training. Holding a sword in his hand he goes through a few precise manoeuvres. He looks up suddenly.

FRED
Hey Connor.

CONNOR
(not really bothered)
Hi.

GUNN
You know you could scare clients off
waving a sword around like that.

CONNOR
I'm just training.

GUNN
But waving a sword around tends to
make people... you know... nervous.

CONNOR
I guess.

GUNN
So maybe you should...

Without another word CONNOR stops and nonchalantly twists the sword in his hand before heading over to the weapon's cabinet.

GUNN makes his way towards the office. FRED engages with CONNOR with a bright smile on her face.

FRED
So, how's your day been?

CONNOR
I dunno. Slept most of the day. Worked
out how to use a microwave oven. Dad
showed me.

GUNN
(off-screen)
Less than a month back among the
sane and he's already a normal teenager.
Damn those lively hormones.

FRED smiles. She joins GUNN in the office.

CONNOR opens up the weapons cabinet and puts the sword away.


Scene: Angel's Office, Hyperion Hotel [Int.], Evening
GUNN is watching CONNOR carefully as FRED walks in.

FRED
What is it?

GUNN
You know, as much as I like the kid... and
after all the effort we put into tracking him
down and all... I just think that... I don't
know. It probably sounds real dumb but...

FRED
...Angel's accepting him a little too easily?

GUNN
Got it in one.

FRED moves closer towards GUNN.

FRED
I wouldn't worry. He's a great kid.

GUNN
You think? He sent Angel to the bottom of
the ocean for four months, Connor decides
"oh, by the way I'm sorry for that" and Angel's
acting like nothin' ever happened.

FRED
It'll be okay.

GUNN
You keep saying that.

FRED
Angel's a good father. I know a good father
when I see one and Angel kinda fits the
profile. And if he can't get through to Connor
then no one can.

GUNN
Uh-huh. Way I see it, any day, the kid's
gonna snap. The two are like a clock
ticking down to... hell, if I knew I wouldn't
be so worried. But it's gonna be damn
explosive.

We hear the sound of footsteps outside the office.

ANGEL
(off-screen, excited)
We have a case!


Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Lobby [Int.], Evening
FRED and GUNN come out of the office to see CORDELIA and ANGEL come from upstairs. CONNOR is standing against the reception desk.

FRED
Really? Cordy had a vision?

CORDELIA
Uh-huh. Major freaky guy... chasing
some girl down an alleyway.

GUNN
You just gotta keep away from those
dark alleys. It leads to some scary
ass stuff.

CORDELIA
Now there's a phrase that should be
on billboards all around the city.

ANGEL
Best advice ever. Tell them about the
attacker.

CORDELIA
Oh. Right. He was seriously scary. I don't
think he had all of his marbles in his little
sack.

ANGEL
Then I think we better go find him before
he does any more damage. Connor, Gunn...
you're with me.

GUNN and CONNOR glare at each other. They frown.

CONNOR
Sure.

GUNN
You got it, boss man.

ANGEL pulls a piece of paper from his pocket. He looks at CORDELIA.

ANGEL
You're sure this is the place?

CORDELIA
Definitely. I recognised the store on
the other side of the alley.

ANGEL
Excellent. We'll call you with anything
research worthy. C'mon.

He grabs his jacket and goes to the door. There's still a stain on the back of his shirt.

CONNOR
Uh, dad...

ANGEL
Don't ask.

He throws the jacket over his back and they walk out.

CORDELIA and FRED watch them go.

CORDELIA
Not good, huh.

FRED
I know. I think Charles is right

CORDELIA
What? Right about what?

FRED
Angel and Connor.

CORDELIA looks towards the door that they all walked through.

CORDELIA
Oh?

FRED
Charles says he doesn't like how Angel's
just, you know, accepted him after
everything he did. How does one apology
make up for it all?

CORDELIA
(nods)
I get that.


Scene: Alleyway [Int.], Evening
A police cordon has been erected around the crime scene. A variety of cops are hanging around the place. CONNOR and GUNN stand around watching from a distance.

CONNOR
Are you sure he can do this? You know,
convince them to tell him everything.

GUNN
The guy's an expert. At least he's not
going in beating the crap out of them
for information.

CONNOR knows the comment is directed at him. He doesn't rise to the bait.

CONNOR
Couldn't they arrest him?

GUNN
If he's caught tampering with a crime
scene, yeah.

CONNOR
And if he's caught?

GUNN
Your dad knows what he's doing.

CONNOR
I guess... He doesn't come off as the
subtle type.

GUNN
Runs in the family.

ANGLE: ANGEL is hanging around the crime scene. Several COPS are looking over the body. ANGEL glances at the dead young woman. He frowns.

ANGEL
Hey! People! What's up here?

FIRST COP
Who the hell are you?

ANGEL
Someone important. Now what's the
news? Murder? Mugging?

ANGEL pulls out a notepad and begins scribbling things down.

ANGEL
(continued)
Come on. I've got a deadline to meet! The
editor's gonna decapitate me if I don't get
this all down. So what was it?

FIRST COP
Uh, murder... but...

ANGEL walks on. Two PARAMEDICS are hoisting the body away.

ANGEL
You guys are doing a great job! Keep
it up! Don't know where we'd be without
you.

PARAMEDIC
Uh, yeah.

ANGEL
And the victim?

PARAMEDIC
That's confidential.

ANGEL
Oh yeah. Family needs to be told first.
I get that. So any juicy info on who did
this?

PARAMEDIC
You should know I can't say.

ANGEL
Right...

ANGEL puts his hand into his pocket. He pulls out some cash.

PARAMEDIC
Oh. Okay. Well, here's what I know for
sure...

ANGEL
(flashing a grin)
You guys do a great job. Don't ever let
anyone tell you otherwise.

ANGLE: GUNN and CONNOR watch carefully as ANGEL returns from the crime scene.

GUNN
What've you got?

ANGEL
A name. Michelle Chambers.

GUNN
I'll call Fred. Get her to see if she can
get any more on her.

CONNOR
And the attacker? Was it a demon?

ANGEL
Didn't look like it to me. Just some random
assault. No money taken. Apart from the
marks on her neck there's no other signs
on her body that it went beyond that.

GUNN
So some son of a bitch taking his anger
out on her.

ANGEL
Looks like it from here.

GUNN
So why did Cordelia have the vision?

ANGEL looks thoughtful.

ANGEL
That's what I'd like to know.


Scene: Wolfram and Hart, Outside A Meeting Room [Int.]
The door opens and WESLEY walks out decked in a smart suit. He holds the door open as another man, a CLIENT walks through.

WESLEY
Well Mr Masterson, I can assure you that
your associates will not be bothering
you again.

CLIENT
And you're absolutely sure about this?

WESLEY
I have no doubt. He's been dealt with
accordingly.

CLIENT
I don't know how to thank you.

WESLEY
Oh, we're just doing our job. An important
client such as yourself should appreciate
that.

WESLEY looks ahead. Sees someone coming.

WESLEY
(continued)
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some
business to attend to.

CLIENT
Of course. Thank you Mr. Wyndham-Pryce.

The CLIENT walks off. WESLEY moves towards LILAH who is standing against a wall.

LILAH
Not bad.

WESLEY
Only not bad?

LILAH
For someone with no legal training
whatsoever.

WESLEY
(dryly)
I have this strange ability to surprise
people.

LILAH
You do indeed. But I suggest you keep
to your own project for now. People will
start thinking...

WESLEY
Or you're just getting afraid that I'm moving in
on your territory?

LILAH grabs WESLEY and pulls him into an empty adjoining corridor.

LILAH
Your little incident in bringing Angel back
has not gone unnoticed by the Senior
Partners you know.

WESLEY
I'm making a name for myself. Wonderful.

LILAH
As I recall you should be checking on the
retrieval of the scripts… Angel is my territory.

WESLEY
But if I'm the better person for the job...

LILAH
Don't even suggest that. Either you work
with me or stay away from Angel.

WESLEY smiles with mock sincerity.

WESLEY
Well, then we know what my choice is.
I don't work with scum.

LILAH leans in close to WESLEY'S ear almost erotically. She whispers.

LILAH
You seem to forget that you're scum
too, Mr Wyndham-Price.

WESLEY
At least I've got a pretty face to go
with it.

LILAH scowls at him. She begins to walk off.

LILAH
Remember I was the one who got you
where you are now.

WESLEY
Yes. As I recall it involved several crap
shags. Being able to spread your legs
is nothing to be proud of.

LILAH doesn't even turn. She heads off angrily down the corridor.

WESLEY gives a slight smile. He hears someone behind him and turns around. GAVIN PARK is standing there.

WESLEY
Ah, Gavin. It seems I can't avoid irritating
little bastards at all today, can I?

GAVIN
Your astonishing wit won't work on me.

WESLEY
Damn shame. Maybe telling you to get
out of my face will.

GAVIN takes a few cautious steps back.

GAVIN
I'm just here to congratulate you on
handling Lilah back there. She didn't even
think up a comeback. I'm impressed.

WESLEY raises an eyebrow.

GAVIN
(continued)
Of course, if I'd thought sleeping with her
would've been the solution to all of the
problems I had with her I would've done it
a long time ago.

WESLEY
I doubt she'd let you anywhere near her.
She may be a bitch but she has standards.

GAVIN eyes WESLEY up and down.

GAVIN
She's obviously been without it for quite
a while.

WESLEY steps forward and makes GAVIN step back into the wall.

WESLEY
Here's a deal for you. You stay out of my
face and maybe I won't have an excuse
to walk you into the ground first chance
I get. That's how things work around here
isn't it?

GAVIN
Now, Wes. Can I call you Wes?

WESLEY
(coldly)
No.

GAVIN doesn't flinch.

GAVIN
Last time I spoke to you, you were
a little more accommodating. You accepted that
Lilah was in both ours ways. You'll learn that
one of the important things about working at
Wolfram and Hart is that you have to take sides.
These sides tend to be important in deciding
how long you last here. Understand?

WESLEY steps back.

WESLEY
Perfectly.

GAVIN
Of course, if you're planning on stabbing
us all in the back and going to your vampire
friend then maybe you should get out of the
way now. You'd last, oh, an hour or so in
the outside world.

WESLEY
You think I want to return to working for
a man who hates me?

GAVIN
Stranger things have happened. Remember
sides have to be taken. I suggest you
think that over. I'm your best hope of
surviving here.

GAVIN walks off down the corridor as WESLEY watches.


Scene: Hyperion Hotel, Reception [Int.], Night
FRED is sitting in front of a computer. CORDELIA stands behind her, looking at the screen over her shoulder. ANGEL walks in holding a mug of blood.

ANGEL
Any luck?

FRED
Well, we've got three Michelle Chambers'
on this database.

CORDELIA
And if yours hasn't got a driver's licence
we're screwed 'cause that's all we've got
to go on.

FRED
She's right. This is the only thing we could
find.

ANGEL nods. He takes a sip of blood.

ANGEL
Bring them up.

FRED types a few keys. The pictures of three women appear. One is the victim. ANGEL points to her.

ANGEL
(continued)
That's the one. What've you got on her?

FRED types a little more.

FRED
Oh.

ANGEL
Is that a good "oh"?

FRED
It's just "oh". Nothing special. She's got
two speeding tickets in the last five years...
But I guess you didn't want to know that.
Not exactly important.

CORDELIA
Unless she was viciously strangled to
death by a really pissed off traffic cop...
Which I kinda doubt.

ANGEL leans on the computer table.

ANGEL
Did your vision tell you anything else we
can use? Anything at all?

CORDELIA
I don't know... I felt the girl's fear... And
I saw the murderer's mind.. It was just
confusing.

ANGEL
Confusing? How exactly?

CORDELIA
I... I'm not exactly sure.

CORDELIA twitches suddenly.

CORDELIA
(continued)
Yes you are!

FRED
What?!

CORDELIA
No. I'm really not sure.
(twitches)
Of course you are! You're lying!
(twitches)
I'm not... Really I...

CORDELIA jumps to her feet. She grabs her head. ANGEL goes to her.

ANGEL
Cordelia... Are you?

She pushes him away.

CORDELIA
(to herself)
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

ANGEL and FRED look worried.

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