Sunday, 7 March 2021

Qwa'ha Xahn






11 INT. GUNN'S OFFICE - NIGHT 

An arm breaks through the glass wall behind Knox and pulls him out into the lobby. 

HARMONY (yelling

Hey!  

(runs out to the lobby after him

Come back here, you little—  

(looks at Illyria

Oh, my God. Fred

Illyria cocks her head to the side, then backhands Harmony so hard that she goes flying through the air, landing on the balcony upstairs. 

KNOX 

(chuckles, follows Illyria as she walks through the lobby) 

I knew you'd come for me. 

My Life is Yours. 

I—I worship you.


ILLYRIA 

(looking around the lobby) 

Yes, I know. Worship. 


Fade to black.


ACT II:


12 INT. SCIENCE LAB - NIGHT 

While Illyria stands over her sarcophagus, Knox stands nearby, staring at her in awe. 

KNOX 

I've been waiting so long for this. 

I've loved you from 

the moment I saw you.  

(wiping blood off of his face with a handkerchief) 

I was 11. You were ancient

Pressed between the pages of the forbidden texts. 

I would stare at you for hours, locked in my room. 

My mom thought I was looking at porn.


ILLYRIA 

You are the Qwa'ha Xahn.


KNOX 

(starts unbuttoning his shirt) 

I am Your Priest

I am Your Servant. 

I am Your Guide in This World.  

(pulls up his undershirt so Illyria can see his chest

I've taken your sacraments and placed them close to my heart according to the ancient ways.  

(Illyria fingers his chest where his skin was cut open, foreign objects were placed under his skin, and he was stitched closed again

That's why you were called to me. 

We're bound together.


ILLYRIA 

My last Qwa'ha Xahn was Taller.  

(stands, walks away, back toward her sarcophagus)


KNOX (deflated) 

I—I may be shrinking a bit in the glory of your presence.


ILLYRIA 

This world... it's not how I left it.


KNOX 

I'm sorry. 

There's nothing I can do about that.


ILLYRIA 

But I can.  

(turns to face Knox, rips her shirt off)


KNOX 

(gawking at Illyria's naked chest) 

Oh...OK. 


Cut to:


13 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 

Angel's pacing, talking on the cordless phone. 

ANGEL (to phone) 

Himalayas? I thought she was in South America.


SPIKE (to himself) 

We've got a branch in Tibet? 

How about a couple of sherpas?


ANGEL (to phone) 

All right, look—  (sighs) What do you mean she's not on this plane? 

You just said— Astral projection? 

Well, is there any way to get her astral over to L.A.? 

Giles, this is an emergency. 

No. No, I'm not going— Don't put me on hold.


WESLEY (softly, to Gunn) 

Never a witch around when you need one.


GUNN 

It'll work out. It has to.


WESLEY 

I've been unreasonable... because I've lost all reason. But I shouldn't be taking it out on you.  

(Gunn looks down) 

I know you've done everything you can.  

(Gunn looks away) 

I'm sorry.


GUNN 

(quivering as tears well up in his eyes) 

So am I.


ANGEL (to phone) 

Yeah, I'm still at Wolfram & Hart . 

What does that have to do with anything? 

Yeah. I understand.  

(throws phone against the wall; it shatters) 

We're on our own.


SPIKE 

Good, 'cause I was wondering.


ANGEL 

Nothing's changed, all right? 

We find Illyria and—


HARMONY (walks into the office) 

Smack her a good one for me.  

(points to her bruised cheek, annoyed) 

So gonna leave a mark. Cut to:


14 INT. SCIENCE LAB - NIGHT 

A topless Illyria stands beside her sarcophagus facing Knox. 

A wind is howling in the room, and Knox looks around trying to find its source. 

When the wind stops howling, he looks at her and shrugs. 

KNOX 

Is that it? 

Illyria slaps her palm on one of the crystals that decorates her sarcophagus. 

A thick, rubbery substance begins covering her body, starting from the hand where she's touching the sarcophagus and creeping across the rest of her body. 

Eventually, she's completely covered in something approximating a body suit. 

KNOX 

(mesmerized by this process) 

Yeah.  

(nods) 

Uh... yeah.


ILLYRIA 

I'm ready to begin.


ANGEL 

(walks into the lab, followed by Spike, Wesley, Gunn, and some guards armed with machine guns) 

Or we could just hang out.


ILLYRIA 

A Warrior. 

I was beginning to wonder if This World was void of your kind.


SPIKE 

Plenty of us to go 'round, luv.


ILLYRIA 

2 half-breeds and a band of primitives. 

Is this all that challenges me now?


ANGEL 

That, and a whole lot of bullets.  

(the guards cock their machine guns and point them at Illyria)


WESLEY 

Enough to temporarily incapacitate even you.


ANGEL 

(walks toward her) 

We know what you are, Illyria. 

We've seen the rest of your kind. 

All the old ones, sealed away forever, like you were. 

Where you should've stayed. 

You've taken something of ours, something very precious.  

(Illyria cocks her head) 

Stand down and I promise we won't destroy you taking it back. 

Your choice.


ILLYRIA 

I decline. 

Illyria grabs Angel and throws him through the window; he falls to the ground outside. 

GUNN 

Take her! 

With a wave of her hand, Illyria creates a wave of some sort that, when it reaches the others, slows their movements down to super-slow-motion. 

As Wes, Gunn, and Spike try to approach her, they are virtually frozen in their anger. 

Illyria, able to move in real-time, grabs Knox by the lapels and walks out of the lab past the others without their notice, accidentally knocking beakers and vials to the ground, shattering them on her way out. 

Cut to:


15 EXT. WOLFRAM & HART BUILDING - NIGHT 

Illyria walks out of the building, followed by Knox as Angel drops to the ground in slow motion above them. 

When Illyria's trick wears off, Angel falls to the ground at a normal rate, landing on his belly amid shards of broken glass. 

He groans, pushes himself to his feet, and stumbles back to the building.


Cut to:


16 INT. LOBBY OF WOLFRAM & HART - NIGHT 

The bell dings, and a bloodied Angel gets off the elevator, accompanied by Harmony. 

HARMONY 

Sorry, boss.  

(shrugs) 

Maybe if I stopped her back in Gunn's office—


ANGEL 

(pained, holding his arms crossed in front of his chest) 

Did she toss you out a window?


HARMONY 

No.


ANGEL 

Then you're one up on me.  

(sees Wesley and Spike walking down the steps) 

Hey, what do you got?


SPIKE 

Smoke and Mirrors.


WESLEY 

No trace of either of them.


GUNN 

(walks from his office to join the others) 

I put tactical on Code Black. If Illyria shows up again—


ANGEL 

She won't. She got what she came for.


HARMONY 

Knox?


SPIKE 

And some spiffy new threads.


ANGEL 

Any idea how she got past you?


GUNN 

One second she was standing there, the next, poof.


ANGEL 

She's a teleporter?


WESLEY 

I don't think so. 

No characteristic displacement of the atmosphere around her.


SPIKE 

I fancied I saw a blur just before she went Houdini.


GUNN 

Yeah, like she was pulling a Barry Allen.  

(Angel looks at him, not recognizing the name; Gunn looks around at the others) 

Jay Garrick? Wally— Like she was moving really fast.


WESLEY 

Or we were moving very slow.


ANGEL 

Great. She's super strong and she can alter time.  

(sighs)


HARMONY 

(throws up her hands

Well, that's not fair.


ANGEL 

It makes it complicated, but doesn't change what we need to do. 

Wes, take the lab apart. Check Knox's files, 

the sarcophagus, anything that can help us get Fred back.


HARMONY (to Wes) 

Come on. I got a degree in tearing things up.  

(goes upstairs with Wes)


SPIKE 

(walking off with Angel and Gunn) 

Never a truer word.


GUNN 

I got a few contacts I could try, see if anything shakes loose.  

(walks away from Angel and Spike)


ANGEL 

(to Gunn) Great. Do it.  

(to Spike) 

See if we can track her down, figure out where she's headed now. 


Cut to:


17 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 

Angel walks through the double-doors into his office, followed by Spike. 


SPIKE 

Any thoughts on how we're supposed to track Fred or Illyria or whatever the hell that thing was?


ANGEL 

We just do it, that's all.  

(grabs a weapon off his wall)


SPIKE 

Back in the lab, she was standing right there in front of me, but there was no scent. 

Nothing. It's like she wasn't even there.


ANGEL 

(hangs his head) 

I know.


SPIKE 

Look... I want Fred back as much as any of us... but seeing her there, like that... maybe she really is—


ANGEL
No. I lost Cordelia because some thing violated her. 

It crawled inside and used her up.  

(pulls the dagger out of its scabbard

No way in hell am I letting that happen again. 

Cut to:


18 INT. SCIENCE LAB - NIGHT 

Harmony pushes glass lab equipment to the ground; it shatters at her feet while she rifles through files stacked on a filing cabinet. 


HARMONY 

Never trusted that little nerd. 

The rumpled hair, socks that didn't match, the cute lopsided grin.  

(Wesley is just standing there, calmly staring at the sarcophagus amidst the chaos and ramblings of Harmony

So totally playing it up.  

(uses a crowbar to open the filing cabinet

I mean, who did he think he was fooling?  

(kneels to look inside the cabinet) 

Besides all of us.  

(Wes reaches out to touch the sarcophagus

Um, shouldn't you be wearing one of those moon suits?


WESLEY 

I think this has done all the damage it's going to.  

(walks around the sarcophagus slowly)


HARMONY 

Right. Mind if I put one on?


WESLEY 

(still walking around the sarcophagus slowly) 

She was curious. 

That's why Fred didn't put it into containment immediately.  

(stops walking, stands at the head near the iris where Fred stood when she was infected) 

How Things Work. 

What makes them Special. 

She was always searching for what other people couldn't see. 

She was just curious. 

I think I hate her a little for that.


HARMONY 

(softly) 

Wes...


WESLEY 

(authoritatively

Hand me the pry bar.


HARMONY 

(grabs the pry bar and walks toward Wes

The girl of your dreams loved you. 

That's more than most people ever get.  

(hands the pry bar to Wes)


WESLEY (softly) 

I know. But it isn't enough.  

(uses the pry bar to whack the sarcophagus repeatedly with all his might)


HARMONY 

Wes! Stop it! Wes!  

(Wes stops) 

I appreciate the urge to smash, but that's not helping.


WESLEY 

(puts down the pry bar) 

No.  

(picks up one of the crystals he dislodged from the sarcophagus) 

But this might.


HARMONY I thought that was supposed to be unbreakable or something.


WESLEY 

(staring at the crystal) 

Time. The markings refer to a series of concussively timed intervals. 

This gem is the focal point of the sarcophagus. 

It might be useful if it isn't already drained.  

(puts it in his pocket)


HARMONY 

Got me beat. 

All I found was a cell phone and a cheese sandwich.


WESLEY 

Was it Knox's?


HARMONY 

It had his name written on the bag with a little smiley face in the "O," the big girl.  

(rolls her eyes)


WESLEY 

The cell phone, Harmony.


HARMONY 

Oh, um, I think so. 

Got a Rick Springfield screen saver, which opens up a whole new set of questions.  

(Wes holds out his hand, Harmony puts the cell phone in it)


WESLEY 

(presses buttons on the cell phone) 

Outgoing numbers have all been deleted. 

Same for incoming calls.


HARMONY 

(sighs, gasps) 

What about missed calls? 

Knox couldn't have erased 'em 

if he didn't have his LadyPhone on him.


WESLEY 

(presses more buttons) 

3 in the last few hours. 

All from the same person. 

Cut to:


19 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT 

The creepy doctor who boosted Gunn's knowledge is washing blood off of his surgical instruments. 

DOCTOR 

Always messy when you have to open 'em up.  

(sighs) 

That's why I prefer the less invasive procedures. 

Never got used to the sight of blood. Ugh. 

Still makes me nauseous.


GUNN 

(appears in the doorway behind the doctor) 

Then this is gonna be an uncomfortable conversation.


DOCTOR 

(wipes his hands on a towel) I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Gunn. All the knowledge and deductive reasoning we've implanted in your brain.  (laughs) And it's taken you this long to sniff your way back to me?


GUNN I've been a little preoccupied.


DOCTOR (smiles) Ah, yes. Miss Burkle.  (turns to face Gunn) How is she—?


GUNN (cuts the doctor off, grabbing him and pushing him violently into the patient's chair) You wanna get real straight with me real fast.


DOCTOR (smiles nervously) Of course. Customer's always right.


GUNN Everything you know, or there won't be enough of you left to stitch back together, Frankenstein.  (stands back, letting go of the doctor)


DOCTOR The sarcophagus contains the essence of an old one, a race of ancient demons dead and buried for millions of years in a place called the Deeper Well.


GUNN Not hearing anything I don't already know.


DOCTOR (stands) Why do you think I'm telling you?


GUNN (punches the doctor in the stomach) How do we bring Fred back? How?!


DOCTOR You can't.


GUNN I don't believe that. You know a way. You have to.


DOCTOR Get the sarcophagus released from customs in exchange for making your cerebral alterations permanent. That was the bargain and the extent of my involvement.


GUNN Then take it back. Everything you put in my head, the law, all the knowledge, take it back. Everything.  (crying) Take more, leave me a vegetable. I don't care. Just bring her back.  (softly) Please... bring her back.


DOCTOR (shaking his head) There's nothing left to bring back. Miss Burkle's soul was consumed by the fires of resurrection. Everything she was is gone.  (Gunn lets him go) Forever. For better or worse, you made a deal, Mr. Gunn. I suggest you learn to live with it. The doctor starts to walk away, when he's cold-cocked with the butt of a shotgun. Wesley knocked the doctor to the ground and stands pointing the shotgun at Gunn. WESLEY (glaring) Is there something you'd like to tell me, Charles? Gunn turns in horror to see Wesley has overheard the doctor's conversation with him. Fade to black.


ACT III:


20 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT Resume. Wes is holding Gunn at gunpoint after overhearing some of Gunn's conversation with the doctor. WESLEY Knox was in contact with a doctor. But you already know that, don't you?


GUNN (nods, turns to face Wes) Yeah, one of my sources—


WESLEY Don't.  (Gunn sighs, caught) What he said... about Fred, about her soul, is it true?  (Gunn looks down) What did you do, Charles?


GUNN (softly, confessing) It was just a piece of paper. I was losing it. Everything they put in my head, everything that made me different. Special. And he could fix it. Make it permanent. So I signed a piece of paper. It was a custom's release form. I didn't think anyone would get hurt.


WESLEY Nothing from Wolfram & Hart is ever free.  (Gunn looks away, crying) You knew that.


GUNN (looks Wes in the eyes) I couldn't go back... to being just the muscle. I—I didn't think it would be one of us. I didn't think it would be Fred.


WESLEY (walks slowly toward Gunn) I understand not wanting to go back,  (stops pointing the gun at Gunn) not wanting to be who we were. I understand it. And I can forgive it.  (puts the gun down on a table covered with medical instruments) But you knew what was happening to her. You knew who was responsible and you didn't say anything. You let her die.  (picks up a scalpel from the table and thrusts it into Gunn's gut) I'm less forgiving about that. Gunn coughs and looks up at Wes, who's looking him straight in the eyes. Cut to:


21 INT. WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT Holding Wesley by the shirt, Angel throws Wes's back against the wall. ANGEL (yelling) What the hell did you do?


WESLEY What I had to.


ANGEL I don't remember seeing "Stab Gunn" on the agenda this morning.


WESLEY I avoided the major organs. He'll probably live.


ANGEL (pushes Wes into the wall again, making him wince) Is that supposed to make it all right?


WESLEY Nothing is all right! Nothing will ever be all right.


ANGEL We'll get her back, Wes.


WESLEY No, we won't. Fred's soul...  (breaking down into tears) Her soul was destroyed resurrecting Illyria.


ANGEL (lets go of Wes's shirt) Are you sure?  (Wes nods, walks away) What about Gunn?


WESLEY He let the sarcophagus into Wolfram & Hart . What he knew, when he knew it, it doesn't change what happened! He let her die.


ANGEL So did I.  (Wes looks up at Angel) At the well in England, there was a way to save Fred, but only if thousands of others died in her place. As much as I love Fred, I couldn't let that happen. Look, I need you to bury it, Wes. Everything you're feeling, everyone you wanna hurt. I need you to put it aside and focus on what has to be done.


WESLEY Illyria.


ANGEL We need to stop her before—


SPIKE (appears at the doorway, wiping his bloody hands on a towel) She unleashes hell on Earth?


ANGEL What'd you get out of the doctor?


SPIKE Screams. Various fluids. And a name: Vahla ha'nesh.


ANGEL Vahla ha'nesh. What does that mean? Later, Wesley puts a book on the table, opened to a page with a drawing of a temple with a statue inside. The statue is enormous, as tall as the temple's ceiling. It has four arms, and its body is composed of snake-like creatures coiled around a torso, having dozens of snake-tails where feet should be. The statue is holding two bladed weapons. In the background, thousands of dots fill the temple floor. WESLEY It's her temple. This is where she was supposed to be resurrected.


ANGEL That's Illyria.


WESLEY In its native form.


SPIKE (pointing to thousands of dots in the background behind the statue) What are these smaller bits?


WESLEY (reading) Her army of doom.


SPIKE There's a shock.


ANGEL They were entombed with her.


WESLEY Waiting for her return.


SPIKE To Los Angeles?


WESLEY This is where her temple was millions of years ago, and it's still here.


ANGEL 

Well, you think I would've remembered seeing something like this parked next to The Ralph's.


WESLEY 

It's out of phase with our time stream. 

Only Illyria can open the gateway.


ANGEL 

Any idea how we stop her? 


Cut to:


22 INT. BANK - NIGHT 

Illyria walks over the bloody body of a security guard followed by Knox. 


ILLYRIA 

Your breed is fragile. 

How is it They came to control This World?


KNOX 

Opposable thumbs. 

Um, Fire. Television. 

What They lack in strength, 

They make up for in extraordinary sneakiness.


ILLYRIA 

You are Deceivers.


KNOX 

Yes, all of Them. 

They deserve to be punished.


ILLYRIA 

They? You don't consider yourself part of Your Race?  

(stops walking)


KNOX 

Not anymore. 

I'm with The King.  

(rubbing his hands excitedly) 

Open the gateway. Raise your army. 

Wash humanity from the face of the Earth 

and reclaim what was lost to you so many millennia ago, 

when The World was ruled by—


ILLYRIA 

Be silent.


KNOX (nods) Right.  (bows)  Sorry.  (backs up) My bad. Illyria holds her hands up in front of her face, wiggles her fingers, causing a gust of wind to blow past her, but no portal is opened. ILLYRIA (cocks her head, sighs) The gateway is blocked.


KNOX I was afraid of that.  

(walks forward) 

Wolfram & Hart probably threw a lock on it. They're big on things happening on their timetable.


ILLYRIA The wolf, ram, and hart? In my time they were weak, barely above the vampire.


KNOX Huh. I guess they beefed up. But not to worry.  (holding his satchel) I brought my skeleton key. Just in case. Cut to:


23 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT Gunn is lying in a hospital bed in Wolfram & Hart when Harmony walks in carrying some papers. HARMONY There's some stuff you need to sign.  (walks toward Gunn)


GUNN I don't think Angel wants me to be signing anything right now.


HARMONY Yeah. Um... that's what these are about.


GUNN (strains to sit up, takes the folder from her) Nobody else could stomach bringing these down?  (signs the papers, hands them back to Harmony)


HARMONY Is it true? What they're saying about you?


GUNN I guess it is.


HARMONY How could you do that? To your friends? To Fred?


GUNN Because I was weak.  (scoffs) Because I wanted to be somebody that I wasn't.  (shakes his head) Because I don't know where I fit. Because I never did. Because a thousand other reasons that don't mean a damn 'cause she's gone.  (crying) She's gone... and she's not coming back because of me.  

(nods) 

I did this, and I'm sorry.  

(sobs) 

I'm sorry. 

Harmony pats Gunn on the shoulder as he doubles over, sobbing. Cut to:


24 INT. BANK - NIGHT 

Illyria stands back as Knox performs a spell using a pile of small bones on the floor in front of him. He watches as the bones disappear. 

KNOX 

(stands) 

Showtime.


SPIKE (O.S.) 

Any seats left? 

Knox and Illyria turn quickly to see that Angel, 

Spike, and Wesley are standing behind them. 


ANGEL 

If not, we could just stand in the back. 


Illyria sneers at them as they approach. 


KNOX 

Guys, you should scan the headlines here. 

You can't win this.


WESLEY 

Then we all die trying.


ILLYRIA (cocks her head) Why?


ANGEL 

You want the short version? 

Let's start with you walking around 

looking like the woman you murdered.


ILLYRIA 

You think your actions will restore her?


ANGEL 

No.


ILLYRIA 

Yet you seek a confrontation you cannot win.


ANGEL 

(saunters toward her) 

What you're trying to do, raise your army, 

reclaim Your World, innocent people would die. 

Like Fred. I can't let that happen.


ILLYRIA 

You are the protector of these creatures?


ANGEL 

Yes.


ILLYRIA 

You'd fight for their lives?


ANGEL 

Yes.


ILLYRIA 

(looks at Knox) 

Even this one?


KNOX 

(nervously) 

Is that an issue

Is My Life in peril, Boss? King?


ANGEL 

You're about as low as it gets, Knox, 

but you're a part of Humanity. 

That isn't always pretty, 

but it's a hell of a lot better than what came before. 

And if it comes down to a choice between you and him, then yes, 

I would fight for His Life, just like any other human's. 

Because that's What People Do. 

That's what makes us— 


A gunshot echoes in the room. Knox looks down at his chest to see he's bleeding from a gunshot wound to the heart. 

He collapses. Wes is holding the smoking gun. 


ANGEL 

(turns to Wes, shakes his head

Were you even listening


Fade to black.


ACT IV:


25 INT. BANK - NIGHT Resume. 

Wesley has just cut off Angel's sanctimonious speech about the value of humanity by shooting Knox in the chest. 

Illyria looks at Knox's body on the floor at her feet. 

ILLYRIA (angrily) 

You've destroyed my Qwa'ha Xahn.


SPIKE 

Yeah, OK, but you gotta admit, 

he had it coming.


ILLYRIA 

It offends me that you think he matters.


ANGEL 

You're right. 

He's not The Problem. You are. 


Angel swings his sword at Illyria, but she ducks. They begin to fight, and the others join in. Illyria throws Angel across the room. She punches Spike in the chest, knocking him into the opposite wall. When Wesley shoots at her, she kicks Knox's body at him, knocking him down. Angel gets to his feet and starts swinging his sword at her, but she outmaneuvers him, ducking his blows and kicking him across the floor again. Spike comes at her next, swinging his sword, but Illyria avoids his swings as well. Angel gets to his feet and comes at Illyria, who is now fighting them both off. When they swing at her, she grabs both blades simultaneously with her bare hands, and she swings the vampires off the end of the swords, flinging them against opposite walls. 

ILLYRIA 

(throwing the swords to the ground) 

Unimpressive

As Wesley gets to his feet, Illyria waves her hand, creating another slow-motion time wave before he can fire at her again. 

Spike tries to get to his feet, and Angel reaches into his pocket. Illyria turns to continue with the portal opening, but stops when she sees Angel standing in front of her in the flash of an eye. 

ANGEL 

What's the rush?  

(punches Illyria hard in the face, sending her across the room)


ILLYRIA 

How?


ANGEL 

(reveals he was holding the crystal in his fist) 

From your sarcophagus. 

It's connected to you, 

I'm connected to it.  

(tosses it in his hand)


ILLYRIA 

(smirking

Sneaky

Illyria swings her leg at Angel's ankles, 

knocking him to the ground. 

Spike swings at her as she gets to her feet, 

but she punches him hard in the gut. 

Wesley sees that she's about to make a run for it, 

and shoots at her, but her hands are out in front of her, 

and she's opening the portal. 

As Illyria makes a dash for The Portal, Wesley dives into it after her, managing to get through just as it closes. 

Angel and Spike get to their feet too late. 

Cut to:


26 INT. ILLYRIA'S TEMPLE 

Wesley lands on the floor of the temple on his belly, 

and his gun slips out of his grip. 

Pained, he gets to his feet as Illyria walks down the steps commandingly, heading for the nave of the temple. 

ILLYRIA 

You're too late. My army will rise. 

This world will be mine once again.  

(arrives at the nave of the temple, only to see her statue has been toppled and her army is dead) 

No. 

Illyria looks around the temple. 

The columns are broken. The place is silent as a grave. 

Her temple is in complete ruin. 


ILLYRIA 

It can't be.  

(panting, crushed

It's gone.  

(falls to her knees, runs her hands through the sand

My World is gone.


WESLEY 

(walks up behind her; cocks his handgun as he points it at her head

Now you know how I feel. 

Illyria looks up at Wesley, wide-eyed. 

A low sound reverberates nearby, and Wesley turns to see a portal has opened up behind him. 

He looks back at where Illyria was kneeling and sees she's gone. He looks at her toppled statue and walks out of the portal. 


Cut to:


27 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY 

Angel and Spike are sitting, talking, while Wesley stares into nothingness. 

SPIKE 

No army of doom scorching the earth. 

Huzzah for our side.


ANGEL 

We need to close the gateway to Illyria's temple. 

Permanently. I don't want any more surprises.


SPIKE 

What about the leather queen?


ANGEL 

She still has enough juice to be a threat. 

We regroup and we take care of it. Wes?


WESLEY 

It's all we can do. 

I'll be in the lab.  

(walks out)


SPIKE 

(sighs

Long day.  

(sniffs

That offer still good? 

Send me abroad, roving agent and all?


ANGEL 

Yeah, it's still good.


SPIKE 

Great.  (sighs

Maybe we should send Gunn... 

before Wes has another poke.


ANGEL 

(sits up, surprised

You're not leaving?


SPIKE 

This is What She Would Have Wanted.  

(looks at Angel

It's What I Want. 

I don't really like you. Suppose I never will. 

But this is important, What's Happening Here. 

Fred gave her life for it. 

The least I can do is give what's left of mine.  

(looks out the window

The Fight's comin', Angel. 

We both feel it... 

and it's gonna be a hell of a lot bigger than Illyria. 

Things are gonna get ugly. 

That's where I live. 


Cut to:


28 INT. FRED'S OFFICE - DAY 

Wesley is packing Fred's personal effects in a box with bubble-wrap. 

He takes a commemorative plate off the wall where it hung next to the Dixie Chicks poster. 


ILLYRIA 

(standing in the doorway) 

You grieve still... for a single life.


WESLEY 

(without turning to look at her, shuts his eyes tight and speaks through gritted teeth) 

Why are you here?


ILLYRIA 

I... I'm uncertain.  

(looks around) 

This place... was part of The Shell.


WESLEY 

(snaps) 

Don't call her—  

(breathes deeply) The woman you killed had a name.


ILLYRIA 

This is important to you. 

Things have Names. 

The Shell... Winifred Burkle... 

She can't return to you.


WESLEY 

(packing her things, tearfully) 

I know.


ILLYRIA 

Yet there are fragments. 

When her brain collapsed, electrical spasms channeled into my function system... memories.  

(holds up her fingers, making a gap between her thumb and index finger where an electrical spark forms

(as Fred

Please...Wesley, why can't I stay?


WESLEY 

(turns away, nearly sick, crying) 

No.  

(looks out the window) 

Leave.


ILLYRIA 

I've nowhere to go. 

My Kingdom is long dead.  

(softly) 

Long dead. There's so much I don't understand. 

I've become overwhelmed. 

I'm unsure of my place.


WESLEY 

(turns to her, angrily

Your place is with the rest of Your People: 

Dead and turned to ash.


ILLYRIA 

Perhaps... but I exist here

I must learn to Walk in This World.  

(slowly approaches Wes) 

I'll need your help... Wesley.


WESLEY 

(frowning, choking back tears) 

If I were to help you find your way... 

you have to learn to change. 

You mustn't kill.


ILLYRIA 

You killed the Qwa'ha Xahn in defiance of your leader.


WESLEY 

(shakes his head, then looks at her) 

He murdered the woman I love.


ILLYRIA And that made it just.


WESLEY 

No. It wasn't just.  

(sighs, puts his hands on his hips) 

I'm probably the last man in the world to teach you what's right.


ILLYRIA 

But you will. If I abide, you will help me.


WESLEY 

(softly) 

Yes.


ILLYRIA 

Because I look like her?


WESLEY 

(looks at her with tears in his eyes, whispers) 

Yes.


ILLYRIA 

(stands beside Wes, looks out the window to the lab below where her sarcophagus lies) 

We cling to What is Gone. 

Is there anything in This Life but Grief?


WESLEY 

(looks out at the lab

There's Love. There's Hope...for some. 

There's hope that you'll find something worthy... 

that your life will lead you to some joy... 

that after everything... you can still be surprised.


ILLYRIA 

Is that enough?  

(looks at Wes

Is that enough to live on?

The Man and His God

 


INT. FRED'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 

Wesley and Illyria continue their conversation in the dark room.


WESLEY (standing, excited) 

You could go anywhere, you could leave.


ILLYRIA 

That's not possible.


WESLEY 

Of course it's possible. 

Are you telling me the great Illyria, idol of millions, was limited to one small dimension?


ILLYRIA 

I traveled all of them as I pleased. 

I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths, intangible. (turns away) 

Worlds of torment 

and of unnamable beauty. 

(looks into the mirror, Wesley's reflection over her shoulder) 

Opaline towers as high as small moons. 

Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. 

And one world with nothing but shrimp. 

I tired of that one quickly.


WESLEY 

Then why stay in This World? 

Surely there's a world more appealing -- 

-- maybe not the shrimp one --

-- but one where you'd be welcome like you never will be here. 

Why don't you go? 

You can go. Why don't you go?


Illyria snaps, grabbing Wesley by the throat and staring at him angrily. 

She lets him go, tossing him aside as she starts gasping for air.


ILLYRIA (breathing hard) 

It's too small. It's too small. I can't breathe. 

(pacing, panicked, in a circle) 

I can't live with these walls. I can't breathe. There's no room for anything real.


WESLEY 

It's all right.


ILLYRIA (glares at Wesley) 

I should gut you where you stand. You challenged me. 

There's not enough space to open my jaws. 

My face is not my face. I don't know what it will say. 

(panting)


WESLEY 

Illyria... come with me.


Illyria starts to calm down and her panting slows.





EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT 

Illyria and Wesley are standing on the rooftop. 

She's got her head leaned all the way back, staring skyward.


WESLEY 

Are you all right?


ILLYRIA 

I breathe easier.


WESLEY 

The walls don't press in as hard when you can't see them.


ILLYRIA 

But they're still here.


WESLEY 

Yes.


ILLYRIA 

All I am is what I am. I lived 7 lives at once. 

I was power and the ecstasy of death. 

I was god TO a god. (looks down) 

Now... I�I'm trapped... on a roof. 

Just one roof... in this time and this place, 

with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf. 

(Wesley chuckles) 

You don't worship me at all, do you?


WESLEY 

And you really can't leave.


ILLYRIA 

I... don't know. (looks up) 

And I fear in any other dimension in this form I'd be but prey to those I knew. 

(hangs her head) 

I reek of Humanity.


WESLEY 

Don't flatter yourself.


ILLYRIA (looking over the skyline) 

Your World is so small. 

And yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. 

You shut yourselves inside... 

in rooms, in routines.


WESLEY 

There are things worse than walls. 

Terrible... and beautiful. 

If we look at them for too long they will burn right through us. 

Truths we couldn't bear. Not every day.


ILLYRIA (sighs) 

We are so weak.


WESLEY 

Yes. Yes, we are.

Renfield Walked with Dracula — and Dracula TOOK Him






Dr. Seward’s Diary.

1 October.—I am puzzled afresh about Renfield. His moods change so rapidly that I find it difficult to keep touch of them, and as they always mean something more than his own well-being, they form a more than interesting study. This morning, when I went to see him after his repulse of Van Helsing, his manner was that of a man commanding destiny. He was, in fact, commanding destiny—subjectively. He did not really care for any of the things of mere earth; he was in the clouds and looked down on all the weaknesses and wants of us poor mortals. I thought I would improve the occasion and learn something, so I asked him:—

“What about the flies these times?” He smiled on me in quite a superior sort of way—such a smile as would have become the face of Malvolio—as he answered me:—

“The fly, my dear sir, has one striking feature; its wings are typical of the aërial powers of the psychic faculties. The ancients did well when they typified the soul as a butterfly!”

I thought I would push his analogy to its utmost logically, so I said quickly:—

“Oh, it is a soul you are after now, is it?” His madness foiled his reason, and a puzzled look spread over his face as, shaking his head with a decision which I had but seldom seen in him, he said:—

“Oh, no, oh no! I want no souls. Life is all I want.” Here he brightened up; “I am pretty indifferent about it at present. Life is all right; I have all I want. You must get a new patient, doctor, if you wish to study zoöphagy!”

This puzzled me a little, so I drew him on:—

“Then you command life; you are a god, I suppose?” He smiled with an ineffably benign superiority.

“Oh no! Far be it from me to arrogate to myself the attributes of the Deity. I am not even concerned in His especially spiritual doings. If I may state my intellectual position I am, so far as concerns things purely terrestrial, somewhat in the position which Enoch occupied spiritually!” This was a poser to me. I could not at the moment recall Enoch’s appositeness; so I had to ask a simple question, though I felt that by so doing I was lowering myself in the eyes of the lunatic:—

“And why with Enoch?”

“Because he walked with God.” I could not see the analogy, but did not like to admit it; so I harked back to what he had denied:—

“So you don’t care about life and you don’t want souls. Why not?” I put my question quickly and somewhat sternly, on purpose to disconcert him. The effort succeeded; for an instant he unconsciously relapsed into his old servile manner, bent low before me, and actually fawned upon me as he replied:—

“I don’t want any souls, indeed, indeed! I don’t. I couldn’t use them if I had them; they would be no manner of use to me. I couldn’t eat them or——” He suddenly stopped and the old cunning look spread over his face, like a wind-sweep on the surface of the water. “And doctor, as to life, what is it after all? When you’ve got all you require, and you know that you will never want, that is all. I have friends—good friends—like you, Dr. Seward”; this was said with a leer of inexpressible cunning. “I know that I shall never lack the means of life!”

I think that through the cloudiness of his insanity he saw some antagonism in me, for he at once fell back on the last refuge of such as he—a dogged silence. After a short time I saw that for the present it was useless to speak to him. He was sulky, and so I came away.

Later in the day he sent for me. Ordinarily I would not have come without special reason, but just at present I am so interested in him that I would gladly make an effort. Besides, I am glad to have anything to help to pass the time. Harker is out, following up clues; and so are Lord Godalming and Quincey. Van Helsing sits in my study poring over the record prepared by the Harkers; he seems to think that by accurate knowledge of all details he will light upon some clue. He does not wish to be disturbed in the work, without cause. I would have taken him with me to see the patient, only I thought that after his last repulse he might not care to go again. There was also another reason: Renfield might not speak so freely before a third person as when he and I were alone.

I found him sitting out in the middle of the floor on his stool, a pose which is generally indicative of some mental energy on his part. When I came in, he said at once, as though the question had been waiting on his lips:—

“What about souls?” It was evident then that my surmise had been correct. Unconscious cerebration was doing its work, even with the lunatic. I determined to have the matter out.“What about them yourself?” I asked. He did not reply for a moment but looked all round him, and up and down, as though he expected to find some inspiration for an answer.

“I don’t want any souls!” he said in a feeble, apologetic way. The matter seemed preying on his mind, and so I determined to use it—to “be cruel only to be kind.” So I said:—

“You like life, and you want life?”

“Oh yes! but that is all right; you needn’t worry about that!”

“But,” I asked, “how are we to get the life without getting the soul also?” This seemed to puzzle him, so I followed it up:—

“A nice time you’ll have some time when you’re flying out there, with the souls of thousands of flies and spiders and birds and cats buzzing and twittering and miauing all round you. You’ve got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!” Something seemed to affect his imagination, for he put his fingers to his ears and shut his eyes, screwing them up tightly just as a small boy does when his face is being soaped. There was something pathetic in it that touched me; it also gave me a lesson, for it seemed that before me was a child—only a child, though the features were worn, and the stubble on the jaws was white. It was evident that he was undergoing some process of mental disturbance, and, knowing how his past moods had interpreted things seemingly foreign to himself, I thought I would enter into his mind as well as I could and go with him. The first step was to restore confidence, so I asked him, speaking pretty loud so that he would hear me through his closed ears:—

“Would you like some sugar to get your flies round again?” He seemed to wake up all at once, and shook his head. With a laugh he replied:—

“Not much! flies are poor things, after all!” After a pause he added, “But I don’t want their souls buzzing round me, all the same.”

“Or spiders?” I went on.

“Blow spiders! What’s the use of spiders? There isn’t anything in them to eat or”—he stopped suddenly, as though reminded of a forbidden topic.

“So, so!” I thought to myself, “this is the second time he has suddenly stopped at the word ‘drink’; what does it mean?” Renfield seemed himself aware of having made a lapse, for he hurried on, as though to distract my attention from it:—

“I don’t take any stock at all in such matters. ‘Rats and mice and such small deer,’ as Shakespeare has it, ‘chicken-feed of the larder’ they might be called. I’m past all that sort of nonsense. You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chop-sticks, as to try to interest me about the lesser carnivora, when I know of what is before me.”

“I see,” I said. “You want big things that you can make your teeth meet in? How would you like to breakfast on elephant?”

“What ridiculous nonsense you are talking!” He was getting too wide awake, so I thought I would press him hard. “I wonder,” I said reflectively, “what an elephant’s soul is like!”

The effect I desired was obtained, for he at once fell from his high-horse and became a child again.

“I don’t want an elephant’s soul, or any soul at all!” he said. For a few moments he sat despondently. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, with his eyes blazing and all the signs of intense cerebral excitement. “To hell with you and your souls!” he shouted. “Why do you plague me about souls? Haven’t I got enough to worry, and pain, and distract me already, without thinking of souls!” He looked so hostile that I thought he was in for another homicidal fit, so I blew my whistle. The instant, however, that I did so he became calm, and said apologetically:—

“Forgive me, Doctor; I forgot myself. You do not need any help. I am so worried in my mind that I am apt to be irritable. If you only knew the problem I have to face, and that I am working out, you would pity, and tolerate, and pardon me. Pray do not put me in a strait-waistcoat. I want to think and I cannot think freely when my body is confined. I am sure you will understand!” He had evidently self-control; so when the attendants came I told them not to mind, and they withdrew. Renfield watched them go; when the door was closed he said, with considerable dignity and sweetness:—

“Dr. Seward, you have been very considerate towards me. Believe me that I am very, very grateful to you!” I thought it well to leave him in this mood, and so I came away. There is certainly something to ponder over in this man’s state. Several points seem to make what the American interviewer calls “a story,” if one could only get them in proper order. Here they are:—

Will not mention “drinking.”

Fears the thought of being burdened with the “soul” of anything.

Has no dread of wanting “life” in the future.

Despises the meaner forms of life altogether, though he dreads being haunted by their souls.

Logically all these things point one way! he has assurance of some kind that he will acquire some higher life. He dreads the consequence—the burden of a soul. Then it is a human life he looks to!

And the assurance—?

Merciful God! the Count has been to him, and there is some new scheme of terror afoot!

 

Later.—I went after my round to Van Helsing and told him my suspicion. He grew very grave; and, after thinking the matter over for a while asked me to take him to Renfield. I did so. As we came to the door we heard the lunatic within singing gaily, as he used to do in the time which now seems so long ago. When we entered we saw with amazement that he had spread out his sugar as of old; the flies, lethargic with the autumn, were beginning to buzz into the room. We tried to make him talk of the subject of our previous conversation, but he would not attend. He went on with his singing, just as though we had not been present. He had got a scrap of paper and was folding it into a note-book. We had to come away as ignorant as we went in.

His is a curious case indeed; we must watch him to-night.

Letter, Mitchell, Sons and Candy to Lord Godalming.

“1 October.

“My Lord,

“We are at all times only too happy to meet your wishes. We beg, with regard to the desire of your Lordship, expressed by Mr. Harker on your behalf, to supply the following information concerning the sale and purchase of No. 347, Piccadilly. The original vendors are the executors of the late Mr. Archibald Winter-Suffield. The purchaser is a foreign nobleman, Count de Ville, who effected the purchase himself paying the purchase money in notes ‘over the counter,’ if your Lordship will pardon us using so vulgar an expression. Beyond this we know nothing whatever of him.

“We are, my Lord,
“Your Lordship’s humble servants,
Mitchell, Sons & Candy.”

Dr. Seward’s Diary.

2 October.—I placed a man in the corridor last night, and told him to make an accurate note of any sound he might hear from Renfield’s room, and gave him instructions that if there should be anything strange he was to call me. After dinner, when we had all gathered round the fire in the study—Mrs. Harker having gone to bed—we discussed the attempts and discoveries of the day. Harker was the only one who had any result, and we are in great hopes that his clue may be an important one.

Before going to bed I went round to the patient’s room and looked in through the observation trap. He was sleeping soundly, and his heart rose and fell with regular respiration.

This morning the man on duty reported to me that a little after midnight he was restless and kept saying his prayers somewhat loudly. I asked him if that was all; he replied that it was all he heard. There was something about his manner so suspicious that I asked him point blank if he had been asleep. He denied sleep, but admitted to having “dozed” for a while. It is too bad that men cannot be trusted unless they are watched.

To-day Harker is out following up his clue, and Art and Quincey are looking after horses. Godalming thinks that it will be well to have horses always in readiness, for when we get the information which we seek there will be no time to lose. We must sterilise all the imported earth between sunrise and sunset; we shall thus catch the Count at his weakest, and without a refuge to fly to. Van Helsing is off to the British Museum looking up some authorities on ancient medicine. The old physicians took account of things which their followers do not accept, and the Professor is searching for witch and demon cures which may be useful to us later.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

 

Later.—We have met again. We seem at last to be on the track, and our work of to-morrow may be the beginning of the end. I wonder if Renfield’s quiet has anything to do with this. His moods have so followed the doings of the Count, that the coming destruction of the monster may be carried to him in some subtle way. If we could only get some hint as to what passed in his mind, between the time of my argument with him to-day and his resumption of fly-catching, it might afford us a valuable clue. He is now seemingly quiet for a spell.... Is he?—— That wild yell seemed to come from his room....

 

The attendant came bursting into my room and told me that Renfield had somehow met with some accident. He had heard him yell; and when he went to him found him lying on his face on the floor, all covered with blood. I must go at once....