6 x 05 - Undone
Previously on Angel finishes with LORNE saying “I mean, she didn’t just disappear. <beat> Did she?” We Fade out/Fade in to:
Scene: The lobby of the Hyperion. Everyone still in positions.
ANGEL (getting up, very pained): It must’ve left Wesley to find another host.
SPIKE: This can’t be good.
ANGEL: No, no that’s good. If it’s moving between people then it’s a possession. (moves towards offices) And possessions we can deal with, right? We can get rid of Illyria and we get to keep Fred.
SPIKE: So long as the Blue Bombshell doesn’t find someone else to possess so she can come back and kick our arses again.
ANGEL: There will be no ass-kicking. This time we’ll be ready.
SPIKE: What, you mean the time before you were completely unprepared for the crazy megalomaniac demon to hit you?
ANGEL (undeterred): We’ll be ready.
SPIKE: Good. Here, can you give me lessons on quite how you’re supposed to prepare yourself for getting hit by something that swings a right like a wrecking ball?
ANGEL ignores him and walks over to WESLEY and FRED. WESLEY is squatting by FRED’s side, examining the wound in her leg. He has cracked open a nearby first aid box.
ANGEL: Are you guys okay?
WESLEY (without looking up):This needs a doctor. It’s beyond my medical expertise.
ANGEL looks at WESLEY as he tends to FRED. His hands are shaking, fingers trembling as he tries to treat the wound without moving the knife. The roll of cotton that he’s using to pack the wound fall out of his numb fingers.
WESLEY: I don’t think it’s hit a vein. The suit stopped a lot of the force and it’s not that deep, but we need to get her to a hospital.
<beat>
ANGEL: Wes, are you sure you’re…
WESLEY jack-knifes to his feet, grabbing ANGEL’s lapels and shoving him. His eyes are wild and red-rimmed and his expression is close to unhinged.
WESLEY (shouting into ANGEL’s face): Didn’t you hear what I just said?
He releases ANGEL and turns back to FRED.
WESLEY (quiet): Fred’s hurt. There is no higher priority.
ANGEL is shaken – WESLEY’s obviously another traumatic event away from complete mental breakdown. ANGEL looks down at FRED, who’s wincing as WESLEY deals with her leg. She pays no-one else in the room any attention and is solely focussed on WESLEY.
ANGEL squats down next to FRED, opposite WESLEY and tries to get her attention.
ANGEL: How does it feel?
FRED looks briefly at him, giving him a wan smile, then turns back to WESLEY, with no acknowledgement that she was even asked a question.
WESLEY (solely to FRED): How does it feel?
FRED (solely to WESLEY): Better.
ANGEL gives this up as a bad job and goes to join SPIKE, who is standing apart, watching them.
SPIKE: No joy from the lovebirds?
ANGEL: They’re in shock or something.
SPIKE: They’ve just been resurrected from the grave. You and I both should know how they feel.
ANGEL: We need to get them to a hospital.
SPIKE: Well, the sun’s out, so ambulances should be running again. I’ll get them to a hospital.
ANGEL (distracted, disorganised): Good, thanks. Lorne should stay here, research Illyria. I’ve gotta keep looking for Connor. <sighs and looks overstressed>
SPIKE: What about our resident Slayer?
ANGEL looks around.
ANGEL: Where did she go?
SPIKE: Maybe she buggered off.
ANGEL: Where’s Lorne?
There is a yell and a bang and LORNE suddenly flies over the reception desk from the offices behind, crashing into the circular settee and sending it spinning away. Everyone looks, even WESLEY and FRED.
ALEX rises from the offices behind the reception desk, moving with a lithe feline grace, as opposed to her usual staccato, jerky motions. Her hair turns blue as we look at it and her pale, dirty skin is getting whiter, with the edges blueing. There is a flash of azure at her eyes and now we have the answer to the question of ‘Where did ILLYRIA go?’
SPIKE: Oh bugger
Credits – including Amy Acker
Scene: The lobby of the Hyperion Hotel. Same as before the credits.
ALEX-ILLYRIA walks out from behind the reception desk, flexing its hands by opening and closing its fists and examining its new shell.
SPIKE (to ANGEL): Are we prepared yet?
ANGEL: Lorne, get Fred and Wes out of here.
ILLYRIA glances sharply at FRED and moves forward threateningly. ANGEL steps sideways to baulk it. ILLYRIA looks at him curiously.
SPIKE: It’d be nice to know the plan!
ANGEL: That thing’s not laying a hand on Fred.
SPIKE: What, cause it’ll be too busy using them to pummel us? Great plan.
ANGEL (taking attention from ILLYRIA to scowl at SPIKE): Have you got a better one?
ILLYRIA (interrupting, sudden realisation): You don’t know.
ANGEL and SPIKE look at it in confusion.
ILLYRIA: You couldn’t. If you had one idea, you would not stand here, bickering like children.
SPIKE: And just where should we stand Grandma?
ILLYRIA: In your place, primitive. Grovelling at the foot of my throne, begging me to shield you from what’s to come.
ANGEL: You don’t have a throne.
ILLYRIA: And yet my power exceeds all that your ‘kingdom’ can produce. <looks down at hand and flexes fingers again> This shell is strong. A warrior. <tight lipped smile> I may keep it.
ANGEL (preparing to attack, shouting): Lorne, get them out of here!
WES picks up FRED and LORNE starts pushing them towards the door. ANGEL charges ILLYRIA and swings at it. ILLYRIA disappears through a portal as he reaches it and then reappears just to the side of him, striking him in the face. ANGEL grabs its wrist and swivels, only to find that it’s disappeared again, reappearing to knee him in the chest. It vanishes again and drops behind him. ANGEL turns just in time to get a two-handed shove in the chest, which hurls him across the room and into SPIKE, who’s just started to advance.
ILLYRIA turns and marches on LORNE, who looks terrified. It disappears just in front of him and reappears just behind, giving the impression of having walked straight through and in fact LORNE checks to make sure that it hasn’t.
ANGEL throws himself at ILLYRIA and it spreads its hand, sending out a slow-motion wave. ANGEL is suspended in mid-air, LORNE is turning and SPIKE is getting to his feet and shouting.
The slow-motion disappears abruptly. ANGEL crashes through where ILLYRIA was standing and FRED falls to the floor, crying out. Everyone recovers themselves and suddenly realise who’s missing.
LORNE goes over to FRED. She looks completely out of it and is crying unreservedly, like a little girl who’s skinned her knee. She’s very much in shock. ANGEL picks himself up off the floor and SPIKE walks over to talk to him quietly.
SPIKE: Guess she was after Percy all along.
ANGEL: Yeah, well we can’t worry about that now.
LORNE: What?
ANGEL: Wesley was the reason she came back. She’s not going to hurt him. Never has before. <bitter and just a little bit petulant> Beat me up a bunch of times, but never touches him.
SPIKE: You’re just going to leave him?
ANGEL (walking towards sewer exit): He’s safe. We haven’t got time to deal with him right now.
SPIKE steps in his path.
SPIKE: And why would that be?
ANGEL: Cause I have to go find my son.
SPIKE: Forehead junior can take care of himself.
ANGEL: Look Spike, I can only help one person at a time.
SPIKE: So you’re helping the one who can already help himself. Nice new MO.
ANGEL pushes past him and stalks to the exit.
SPIKE (calling after him): Don’t worry Angel. The Shanshu hero will sort out the people you’re too busy to help!
ANGEL doesn’t rise to it. SPIKE goes to FRED and LORNE. The knife has come out of FRED’s thigh and LORNE has wrapped his shredded jacket to the wound. It’s soaked with blood.
SPIKE: How’s she doing?
LORNE: She’s in shock.
FRED (calling out to no-one): Charles! Don’t run away, please, I didn’t mean it!
SPIKE looks worried.
FRED (crying): Please don’t leave. I promise I won’t say it again.
There’s a noise at the door of the Hyperion. SPIKE and LORNE react. SPIKE gets up and presses himself flat against the wall beside the door. A MAN pokes his head through the broken glass and SPIKE grabs him by the neck.
SPIKE: Who the bloody hell are you?
MAN: A… A… Am… Am
SPIKE: No free papers, no double glazing, no copies of the Watchtower.
MAN: A-Ambulance.
SPIKE: Ambulance?
MAN (fumbling for ID): LA Rapid Response Unit.
LORNE: Rapid response? We phoned you last night!
MAN (apologetic): I got here as quick as I could.
SPIKE lets go of the MAN and allows him in through the broken pane of glass.
MAN (nervous crack, obviously scared): You sure you don’t want double-glazing?
SPIKE: Redecorating.
MAN (sympathising): Lot of that going around.
He goes to FRED.
MAN: She’s been like this all night?
LORNE: Actually, no, this is a different person to the one we called you for.
SPIKE: Aren’t you guys supposed to work in pairs?
MAN: When there’s more than five of us to go around. <to LORNE> We need to get her to the hospital.
LORNE: No objections here.
The man goes to pick her up and FRED cries out in pain at being moved.
SPIKE: Aren’t you supposed to have a stretcher?
The MAN gives him a long-suffering look and we can see just how tired this guy looks. He’s practically dead on his feet.
MAN: I’m doing what I can with what I’ve got.
SPIKE holds up his hands apologetically.
MAN (to SPIKE): Are you coming with her?
SPIKE nods and the MAN lifts FRED to carry her out the door. LORNE goes to go with them. The MAN stops.
MAN: I’m not sure that’s a good idea.
LORNE: What?
MAN: You guys are new in LA, right? Well, it’s not a good idea for someone of… your ethnicity to be outside during the daytime.
SPIKE: And why the bloody hell not?
MAN: With the city as it is during the night, there’s some people hanging around. Vigilantes, I guess. <off LORNE’s look> Hey, I’m sure you’re a really nice… guy, but if they saw you getting into my ambulance…
SPIKE (grabbing LORNE’s sleeve and starting to go): Bollocks to that, he’s coming.
LORNE: No, no, it’s okay.
SPIKE (to LORNE): This is a long bloody way from okay.
LORNE: Fred needs to get there. I…I don’t want to complicate things. I’ll stay here and research Big Blue.
SPIKE: You sure?
LORNE (obviously upset): Yeah, yeah it’s okay. You go look after Freddikins.
The MAN is halfway out the door.
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